It was raining, the world around them alive with scents of nature, every drop from a purifying essences to the world, even one of concrete and chrome. Outside is where Viola longed to be. Outside upon four paws, wind and rain in her fur. Snout free of the cloying pollution for these precious moments of the sweetest of scents.
But she wasn't outside. She was wet, and waiting in line at some stupid cafe. Ordering a coffee and a doughnut, with stupid pretentious names, instead of fucking large coffee, black and a fucking chocolate doughnut.
The Meninna spends to much time as a wolf, and not enough time as a man.
Glaring at the barista she orders her fucking coffee and her fucking doughnut with a snarl and a well practices glare.
Guess she was trying to realign her Harmony, why the fuck she was starting here....she had no fucking idea.
Because Werewolf needs some Socials!