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From one of the more urbanesque portals - this one resemblant of an alleyway entrance - comes a russet-furred wolf, in a dead run.
She skids to a halt upon finding this 'alley' is not what it was a few seconds previously, and growls in mixed confusion and alarm.
Even stranger, is the wolf rising to its hind legs and walking... in a few short steps, it has taken the form of a human female, in early-to-mid 20's, with long red hair, pale skin, and green eyes, and dressed in casual attire.
"Och... damned FOH bastards, after me again..." she mutters in a clear Scots brogue.
She looks around, noting her way of entry is suddenly gone, and growls again.
"Damn." She notes the sign. "A question, is it? Aye, verrah well, if ye insist."
"Anyone else have troubles dealin' wi' people... shall we say, havin a strong dislike of ye, for somethin' about yuirself ye cannae or dinnae want to change?"
She skids to a halt upon finding this 'alley' is not what it was a few seconds previously, and growls in mixed confusion and alarm.
Even stranger, is the wolf rising to its hind legs and walking... in a few short steps, it has taken the form of a human female, in early-to-mid 20's, with long red hair, pale skin, and green eyes, and dressed in casual attire.
"Och... damned FOH bastards, after me again..." she mutters in a clear Scots brogue.
She looks around, noting her way of entry is suddenly gone, and growls again.
"Damn." She notes the sign. "A question, is it? Aye, verrah well, if ye insist."
"Anyone else have troubles dealin' wi' people... shall we say, havin a strong dislike of ye, for somethin' about yuirself ye cannae or dinnae want to change?"