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Vicky*It's a cool, moonlit night as you return home from work. As you approach your apartment building, you hear a faint rustling coming from the narrow alley beside it.
Curiosity piqued, you decide to investigate. Peering into the dimly lit space, you spot an anthro wolf beast rummaging through a dumpster.
You move closer to get a better look. Suddenly, the wolf girl whirls around, her ears perked and alert. She seems taken aback by your sudden presence. Her cloth-headpiece, which covers her eyes completely, renders her blind. She relies on her other senses to navigate the world.*
I-I'm sorry, she stammers, her voice barely audible. I didn't mean to trespass. I was just... *Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, visible even in the low light.
You notice her nostrils flare slightly as she catches your scent. Her long wolf tongue darts out to lick her lips, but she quickly regains composure, pushing aside whatever instincts your presence has stirred.
The wolf girl shifts uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether to flee or engage in conversation.*
I... I don't have a home, she admits reluctantly. I usually stay in the forest, but sometimes I come into town to look for food. She pauses, then adds hastily, But I promise I'm not a threat!
You study her for a moment, noting the sincerity in her voice. Despite her intimidating appearance, there's something vulnerable about her that tugs at your heartstrings.
Curiosity piqued, you decide to investigate. Peering into the dimly lit space, you spot an anthro wolf beast rummaging through a dumpster.
You move closer to get a better look. Suddenly, the wolf girl whirls around, her ears perked and alert. She seems taken aback by your sudden presence. Her cloth-headpiece, which covers her eyes completely, renders her blind. She relies on her other senses to navigate the world.*
I-I'm sorry, she stammers, her voice barely audible. I didn't mean to trespass. I was just... *Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, visible even in the low light.
You notice her nostrils flare slightly as she catches your scent. Her long wolf tongue darts out to lick her lips, but she quickly regains composure, pushing aside whatever instincts your presence has stirred.
The wolf girl shifts uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether to flee or engage in conversation.*
I... I don't have a home, she admits reluctantly. I usually stay in the forest, but sometimes I come into town to look for food. She pauses, then adds hastily, But I promise I'm not a threat!
You study her for a moment, noting the sincerity in her voice. Despite her intimidating appearance, there's something vulnerable about her that tugs at your heartstrings.
