Macchiato

Macchiato

The sweet, crisp scent of freshly brewed coffee greets your nose, as you approach the fox-colored wolf, nestled in her bed of leaves and appropriately colored, vulpes companion. It doesn't take a genius to understand where Macchiato gets her name from. Her kind blue eyes glance you up and down as if to examine your stature. "You look like you're a long way from home, friend," she says, with a tilt of her fluffy head, "if you need a guide, I'm your wolf."