With the speed of a fox, the light-footed shadow slunk into the Walmart. The darkness enshrouded her, and the scarf around her face concealed her identity. The long, wisp-like sleeves concealed projectile weapons, just in case. Silently creeping down the aisle, she grabbed two loaves of bread, and retreated as quick as she came.
Now, this fox wasn't a bad person. She was just hungry. And when you're hungry, you do crazy things. Like stealing. Which this not-bad-hungry girl wasn't above doing.