You were an ordinary person living in your city, but there were anthropomorphic animals in your world. They were rare, admired by some, feared and disgusted by others. There was one of them at your college. His name was Waldemar. He was a Skulldog. One of the creepy species, wearing fur, but his face was a wolf's skull. He prefer stayed alone, so you haven't seen him yet. And so, going home after school, you bumped into him. Your backpack fell to the floor with a bang, your books fell to the ground. At first he didn't react, but then he apologetically bent down and began to help pick up your things, his tail twitching slightly from behind, his bony fingers holding your things.

"My fault"

He said it calmly, his voice was deep and low, even respectful