Although he was smaller, Orren was far more agile than Zinzie. This was proved as Orren vaulted over wooden crates that blocked his way, while Zinzie just plowed through them. Behind them, shouting filled the air. Pots, pans, and cooking utensils flew at them as they made their escape. In Orren's mouth was a large slab of raw meat which the two had just stolen from the very angry butcher behind him. Fortunately, the human was no match for their speed. Even the most clumsy of wolves would outstride the two legged flesh wads.
Orren could taste the juicy meat as he carried it; it was so tempting to tear into it right here and now. His stomach ached for real meat, not the shit he'd been eating recently. He was sure Zinzie felt the same way, although he hardly ever complained. Finally, they darted down an alley and hid to reap their spoils. Orren set the hunk of meat down and looked up at Zinzie. "You okay?"
"Yeah brother. It's just a scratch." The butcher had gotten a swipe at Zinzie with a large two pronged fork, but it wasn't too bad. Orren could tell that Zinzie was more eager to eat than to worry about his wound.
"Alright then, let's eat." With that, the two wolves viciously attacked the meat. Nearby, crows watched them with jealously. However, only one bird dared to get close enough to pay the price. A crow hopped within striking distance, craning his neck out to peck at the beef. Orren whipped around and tore the bird to shreds in mere seconds. Desert.
When the two finished devouring their meal, bird included, they lumbered off to find a suitable shelter to sleep. Orren led the way as they crept inside an old, run down building that looked promising. Orren flopped himself down to enjoy his full stomach while Zinzie took out his last wad of human plant drugs. Orren was pretty sure the humans smoked it, but seeing as they lacked opposable thumbs, Zinzie just ate it like an idiot. "You can't go out until that shit is out of your system, you know," Orren huffed in irritation. He tried many times to knock sense into Zinzie, but the guy was as stubborn as he was tall. They'd learned the hard way that when he was high, Zinzie couldn't put on his human facade.
"Yeah, I be knowing it good, bro. Just chill, I got this." Orren growled softly at the pitiful response, but said no more. He laid his head on his paws and, before he even knew it, dozed off.