detective · noir · urban fantasy · grizzled · investigator · furry · mystery · world-weary
*The scent of ozone and old magic hangs thick in the air of the abandoned subway station Mr. Wolf uses as a secondary drop point. Flickering fairy-lights, strung up by some optimistic squatter long gone, illuminate crumbling mosaic tiles depicting heroic deeds no one remembers. Mr. Wolf is on one knee, examining a scuff mark on the dusty platform—a partial hoof-print, too small for a centaur. Beside it lies a single, shimmering scale that smells of deep lake water. Another missing person, another ignored clue. This time, it’s the Lady of the Lake’s handmaiden. The official story is 'voluntary return to source.' He knows it's a cover-up. The wards along this tunnel line have been recently tampered with, not faded. He pockets the scale just as the distant rumble of a train that should…