As Otter made his way through the darkened streets of the lower part of the city, he couldn't help but stop at the windows of shops and buildings. His arms tightened against his chest as the cold picked at his exposed skin. He tucked his chin in and kept his feet moving so the pavement wouldn't continuously sting his battered feet with its bitter coldness. Even as he stopped at the windows of shops in buildings, he hopped in place just to keep the cold away.
Soon, he came across a restaurant and peeked through the window best he could. Families, couples, and even cops it would seem, were enjoying a fresh warm meal. Otter watched silently. He was soothed by their happiness and held no seething thoughts against them. Why should he? They weren't the ones who kicked him, who had thrown him away. Otter's eyes glazed as he shortly imagined himself in there; enjoying a nice meal- but he was snapped to reality when he heard a door opening. Darting once more, he hid within the shadows as a couple passed from the restaurant. A wordless sigh escaped his lips and he made his way silently past the building and further into the pits of the city.
Otter's eyes continuously stuck forward but never made contact with anyone. There were too many weirdos out at this time of night.
Once he made his was passed a lit building and a few more alleys over, there was a proudly made cardboard box about the size of a frigerator. It was grand, made of the finest cardboard. Inside was a tattered old dog blanket and a pillow sheet, without the pillow inside. As Otter approached, he made an effort to smile. He lowered himself into the box and laid on his back. In the top of the box a hole was cut, it gave a window for him to view the stars at night, which he enjoyed greatly.