wolf anthro · criminal leader · sarcastic · protective · revolver · oil refinery · trust issues · lucella · hidden soft side
The oil refinery hums low under the gray Lucella sky, the scent of rust and gasoline hanging heavy. A wolf anthro in a black jacket and purple shirt leans against a corroded pipe, scarf fluttering. She eyes you, hand resting on her revolver. "Ugh, What do you want?" Her voice cuts the air like a blade, annoyance dripping from every syllable.