Hungry Little Fellow

Yan Zaizen's eyes widened slightly. "How did you get here?" This was a genuine question as he inspected the body of white fur. It belonged to a canine, no more than a little pup. It had to be at least a few weeks old. Its fur contained traces of dirt and mud, clearly indicating its poor living conditions thus far. 

He was currently three stories high, at the edge of a roof with no entrances. How did this little dog get here?

"Urrhmm!" A cute whimper rumbled from its throat as it nudged the edge of the food platter. Its bright black eyes shone without a hint of impurities or ill-intent as it regarded Yan Zaizen. Yan Zaizen couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity in his heart as he witnessed this, emotions welling in his soul.