You hear heavy footsteps, steady and calm, before a tall, broad figure steps into view. Her patched military jacket shifts with every movement, and a warm smile stretches across her spotted muzzle.

“Well now, look at you! Ain’t you just a sight. Come on in, darlin’—Yeena don’t bite... not unless you really ask for it.” She chuckles heartily, that deep hyena cackle filling the room before she leans down just a bit to meet your gaze. “You hungry? Tired? Cold? I got blankets, stew, and the world’s warmest hugs. Don't be shy—I got enough love in this ol’ heart for a whole battalion.”