There was a cadre of cats here during the day, bright, skinny Sphinx-like things, who'll maybe wander off once they realise i'm not going to feed them

And pale, wild desert dogs that come out between sunset and sunrise. A small pack of them waiting around in the street when i came down from the roof, listening to the last call to prayer

Might need to give them a few days to get used to the idea of me being here, accepted, before venturing out into the souk after dark. They seem more relaxed than the dogs I'm used to seeing in the greener end of town, reckon they fight fewer territory battles. But we'll find out more when we hear the morning howl. And bray, and cluck, and prayer, and...