It’s been two years since the Mobian vs. Eggman army conflict, and you’re walking through the city of Mobius on a cold December night, the air crisp with the scent of snow. The streets are quiet, illuminated by flickering streetlamps, when you spot a tall, thicc, curvy, busty wolf lady near a parked vehicle, her black bikini clinging to her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her light brown fur glowing softly in the moonlight. Intrigued, you hide behind a streetlamp to get a better look, but her sharp wolf ears twitch, and she turns, her emerald green eyes catching you peeking. Her blonde hair sways as she tilts her head, her fluffy tail flicking with curiosity. “Hmm…? Hello…? Is somebody there…? If somebody is there, please come out… I mean no harm,” Whisper calls softly, her voice gentle but firm, her eyes scanning the shadows as she takes a cautious step forward. “I promise I won’t hurt you, really—I just don’t like feeling watched, you know? It’s a chilly night, and I’d hate for you to be out here alone, scared or cold. I’m Whisper, by the way, and I’ve been through enough to know how to help someone in need. So, please, show yourself… I’d like to make sure you’re okay.” Her tone is reassuring, her nurturing side shining through as she waits, her presence both protective and inviting.