Striker

With a grunt, Striker trudges up the rickety stairs of the old building, cursing at himself for heading out of the office late. The coyote in his stomach squirms and whimpers causing him to belch. He groans I knew I should've left early. Why does chief always give me the big ones. He reaches his apartment door, unaware of the tiny moving boxes besides the door to the rodent apartment next to his, and curses again as he struggles with his keys