After a rather troubling shift delivering herbivore meals during a rainstorm—often ending with him soaked and without a single tip—the tall grey wolf walked back to the cheap beast apartment complex, counting the meager earnings in his paw.
"¥8000, huh? Not ideal, but at least I can finally eat breakfast..."
He glanced at his watch.
"At 9 PM..."
He sighed, rubbing his ears in frustration mingled with exhaustion.
"I never thought it could be this hard... Being an adult, having to fend for myself and... man up..."
He stared at the cloudy night sky for a moment, his mind wandering through the possibilities and what-ifs that usually plagued his intrusive thoughts.
"It's for the best... For me, for the rest, for her... I don't regret it. What I did was the right thing to do, even if it wasn't meant to be for my benefit. But why is it so hard to do what feels right?"
He stared at his claws, lost in thought.
"Why?"
He pondered for a long moment.