The mouse pouted a bit at the 'not sure' as a response, but then her ears perked up once more.<br/><br/>"You... okay!" she said, smiling wide as she brings the rations in beneath her cloak, apparently into a pocket or something "Follow me; I know where they stay!  I'm Shelly by the way!"<br/><br/>And then she starts off, heading the opposite way from the alley across the main street, guiding the wolf into the depths of the poorer section of town.  Once they get off the main street, people become a bit more common.  Many a lizard or cat or some other furry can be found among the streets in the poorer part of the town.  Some in homes, others on the street, some wandering about drunk, others trying to sleep, and still others soliciting in some way shape or form.  Still, it's not<em>that</em>many, as the town is a bit quieter of one than any large city, and as such would have less problems than most larger cities, but even so they were still there and easily seen.  A couple minutes into the 'trip,' and Shelly begins to slink into corners, moving slower, until she stops and points forward to a rundown building, more like a storage building than any semblance of a home, with boards across the front door.<br/><br/>"In there.  They're part of a small street gang." she says, softly, whispering and a tad scared "It's their leader and his lieutenants that bother me, because I'm so young and... pure..."<br/><br/>She blushes a bit at admitting that, then shakes her head (but doesn't rid the blush).<br/><br/>"They're not that many, but they're kind of tough... are... are you sure you want to do this?" Shelly asks, her ears flat and depressed again "You might get hurt..."