Forget this shit!
He dodged the knife his attacker was wielding and bolted, tearing down the alley with Suki on his heels. He could find somewhere else that was easier to get into. And, of course, he ended up being chased because, 'Noo, can't let the guttershit that didn't manage to grab anything get away.' He curled his nose in distaste. Always the same.
"Go, Suki," he gestured ahead, "southeast." He received a soft 'woof' before the husky bounded forward, turning the corner and out of sight. Their southeast refuge was the furthest one away, the one the guy most likely wouldn't follow to.
Now to get myself out of here, he mused as he ran, ducking around a middle aged man taking out trash. Bewildered insults were shouted and ignored in favor of avoiding the broken glass littering the ground. An injured foot was exactly what he didn't need. So he moved mindlessly until he caught sight of the familiar red serpent that signaled the beginning of the southern quadrant and slowed. Nothing to sell for food. He sighed. Week old bread once again.