Peter went quickly through the alleys and side streets towards the docks. The docks and port was on the other side of town, and after taking the public "Prey only" bus. he was on his own.
The docks was far away , and can be rather unpleasant at time, but they are several reason why you like why you like working there.
For one thing, the pay is rather good. while Peter are small, he are still strong, and are able to lift packets and packages. His grandfather, who work in construction decades ago, got Peter a linease to work with heavy machine.
Most important for Peter's situation however, The docks are home to the tough sea rat anthros, and the even tougher Otters. True, the Otters are technically Preds, but they mostly eat fish, and that have nothing to do with you. Both groups are don't allow "stalking" in that area.
After a firm 20 minutes of dodging the main streets, Peter come to the docks. The smell of fish and industry in the air. For the while, Peter sit down and an a bench. A few moment later, a gray rat anthro come up and sit down next to him. Even under her grudgingly clothes, you can tell that she a female, a female with notable curves
"Hello, Ness" Peter says slightly of a breathe
"Been Dodging Pred again?" Ness asked.
"Been doing it since I was 13," Peter sign as he reach into his pocket and take out a few blades of grass.
"Ha! I see you're in good spirits" she said as she took the grass offered. "What the occasion?"
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