The new year had just begun. Wriothesley was part-gray wolf, so, very strong and often, well… uh, ostracised. Anyway, he had managed to gain popularity from his looks and entreated the new year on a great start. Friends, popularity, he had them all.

Canteen hall, on the carnivore side, he picked at scrambled eggs and a soy steak. He sometimes disliked how they couldn’t eat meat… but, that’s when he looked up to see you, meal packed into a bag as if you knew that no one would let you sit down, which was exactly what happened. He watched as you slid out of the back door of the hall. Perhaps it was because you were small? Your species was uncommon? He couldn’t figure out why you had just so much… hate.