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*ו{𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝕭𝖆𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙}•×*

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 : [𝐄/𝐂] =𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

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As you rummaged through your pocket you failed to notice the mysterious person beside you, only noticing him through the whistle.

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You sat there ears perked up as you now eyed the cloaked stranger that was now besides you.

At first glance it was easy to tell that they weren't human, the muzzle was a dead give away alongside their paws resting onto the counter.

The whistle came to an end which was felt like a relief, it was unnerving to say the least, heh you got slight goosebumps from that tune.

That doesn't happen very often.

The silence that followed was deafening, god was this awkward.

"That was.... a nice tune." Well, that's one way to break the silence I geuss.

"Gracias." The hooded figure lent down being a bit too close for comfort

You looked to where Verm had left hoping that he'd be back so you atleast won't be a lone with this Wolf.
Alas you doubt that'll happen considering you can hear him yelling at the racoons.

By the sound of it he's the one getting his ass kicked.

But back to the hooded Wolf.

You coughed hoping this bloody Wolf moves a bit back and gets the point of you know, personal space. You thought it'd be obvious by moving away from this guy.

Apparently no! This guy just stayed there that smile still on his face revealing the row of sharp teeth.
You slightly glanced back to the Wolf trying to see his emotions.

The piercing red eyes, hell you'd even say glowing with how bright they are. Trying to read his face basically gave you one answer.

Something bad is about to happen.

"Hey Lobo, can you move away from me?" You asked still leaning away from him.

"Apologies Roxta, I just had to make sure I have the right person." With that he pulled his hood back and also gave back your personal space!

Also, bullshit. Last you checked there weren't that many talking foxes around so for someone trying recognise you wouldn't exactly be too hard.

Besides not many foxes were as tall as you either, nor did they wear full blown clothes.

Now that he had his hood down you definitely got a better look at him, the comment about those glowing red eyes?
Definitely seem more accurate now, his fur was a light gray with a darker gray that surrounded his eyes and made what you could describe as a stripe going down his snout to his nose.

"And who exactly are you looking for?" You raised a brow arms crossed on the counter.

As if the Wolf's smile couldn't be more untrustworthy it did.
It turned into a grin before he pulled out a piece of paper sliding it in between the two of you.