Paw after paw they were hitting the pavement of a dark street in the middle of the night. Nothing around but the aroma of the early dawn. Except, for the men. The fresh air and the chilly night breeze blew through his grey fur while he was sprinting through the pavement. Dim streetlights lit up the streets barely enough for Tyler to get by. Claws hitting the pavement made a ticking noise as if a fastened time bomb. Well, he [i]was[/i] about to die. His teeth tightly held a black sports bag full of money. Twenty thousand dollars. That's how much money he put his life up for.

Men in black followed him, running after the grey wolf in the streets. Carrying guns they ran after him, in hopes to catch and hopefully kill him, taking the money back. Two men. One bald with a slight beard, shaved somewhat a week ago. The other - a long haired guy with glasses, probably a magic user. Some kind of sorcerer most probably, since he carried a book instead of a pistol. They were catching up to him even in the wolf form. That made him think that they had some sort of speed ability, because wolves are usually faster than humans.

Turning around the corner, Tyler hit something. It was not hard, it was a person. A person just standing there in the middle of the way. His teeth let the bag go, and he fell down as well as knocking the other person over. When Tyler hit the ground, his shape changed back to human, and the guys following him caught up. [b]"Shit. Screw this. Dude, next time, watch where you're standin'."[/b] Tyler said with an angry tone, standing up to face the two men. [b]"Doin' it the hard way, huh?"[/b] He spoke again, dusting off his clothes. His favorite clothes at that matter.