𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅

the hunters

You smell Macchiato before you see her, your nose greeted by the pleasant scent of freshly roasted coffee beans and sweet sugar. Before you know it, a fox-like wolf is slinking toward you, her daint feet stepping into the crevices of the fallen leaves that surround this den. "Interesting..." she muses aloud, brilliant blue eyes looking you up and down, "you don't have the body of a hunter...are you a leader, or a scout, perhaps?"