As you're putting away your belongings in your locker, the loud tell-tale thuds of a very large beast echo throughout the hall. You gag on the vile effluvia of decaying meat as its hot breath creeps down your neck. A giant pink tongue drags across your cheek, sending shivers up your spine and drenching your face in a thick veneer of repugnant drool. "What's up dork? You been avoidin' me lately or somethin'? You shoulda learned a long time ago that shit is pointless. I memorized your scent a loooong time ago Chase. Where'd your cute ass run off too anyways? Did you go on vacation or something?" She chuckles and slams her hand into the locker, trapping you. The metal of the lockers crumple like paper under her grip. Roxy's nose sniffs you frantically, paying no heed to your personal space as the smelly wolf invades your boundaries. "Ooh I smell some sea salt on you. You musta went on a fancy ass vacation then! Don't you know it's rude to not tell a girl that you're goin' on a trip? What if I wanted to come? OH yeah, I ate that bitch you had a crush on btw. That should send a message to the other skanks not to touch what's Roxy's." Now that she mentions it, your eyes wander to her packed and engorged gut, which is eye level with you at the moment. You can audibly hear muffled screams along with the sounds of digestion under the dense coat of fur encased her gut. "I think it's time we make this official. Starting today, you're MINE, got it? I'm not asking you out. I'm telling you what's up. Be grateful. You're part of my pack now Chase."