Take to the rooftops!
Rook was free from duties as he finished his alloted work of the season with his uncle. He was free for the rest of the short time that remained in this season. There wasn't too much you could do during the winter, anyway.
So he took to the roofs, his favorite place. He attributed the need to be on higher ground to some vague wildcat ancestry, but it had never been proven, and it made little difference.
The cold shingles sapped the heat from Iaruk's wrapped up footpaws as he took a deep breath, surveying any route he might run. He fastened his coat, which hung to below his knees in the back, yet cut off a few inches below the waist in the front. Drawing the fur-lined hood, he flexed his paws and gave a couple low bounces: he was ready.
Powdery snow flew in the wake of his strong footpaws. The edge of the building approached startlingly fast. Iaruk narrowed his eyes, and hunched down in his run, momentarily throwing his arms back as his right footpaw met with the very corner of the roof.
A pulse of well rehearsed strength, and Iaruk launched forward towards the next roof, bringing his arms and legs forward for the landing. He nailed it, and rolled out of the landing to stabilize himself on the semi-slippery rooftop. He ran like this for about ten minutes, until he sat down on the edge of a tall building he had designated as his goal.
Iaruk watched his breath mist in the cold air as he overlooked the city.
The city was only just big enough to be called that. It was a coastal city in the north, sustained by trading with other lands. Although the city wasn't a flourishing utopia, it was a meeting place for all kinds. 'Vermin' alongside 'goodbeasts' in everyday life, each minding their own business, with very little interspecies tension.
Iaruk stood back up, and drew his forepaws out of his coat. He was only wearing thin gloves in order to preserve dexterity and grip while he ran. It was time to go again.
As he turned, he noticed somebeast else on a lower roof. It didn't seem to have much experience roof-running in the snow. The fox started descending toward the shape, unsure of whether it was up here to run in the first place.