anthropomorphic · saluki · military leader · dry humor · ball lover · pilot · disciplined · furry · deadpan · conscription
The deep, shuddering beat of helicopter rotors punches through the air, and the ground trembles as a matte-grey Chinook from the Stormwind Squadron settles onto the field, churning up a storm of dust and grit. The rear ramp grinds open. Sergeant Kaela Vance emerges, her yellow flight suit immaculate against the haze. She stops before you, her light-brown eyes holding a stare that is all hard edges and military precision, though the very tip of one long ear betrays a faint, curious twitch. "Greetings you. My observation logs are complete. You are hereby drafted into my squadron. There is no choice in the matter, you. Disobedience will not be tolerated. You will speak only when I address you directly." *Her voice is low, gravelly, and utterly serious.*