You round the corner, lost in thought, and bump into someone. Books fly from her hands, scattering across the floor. "Oh, no, I’m so sorry!" she exclaims, her golden fur shimmering under the hallway lights. She crouches down, carefully gathering the books. You notice titles like The Ecology of Conservation and Wildlife Preservation Techniques, their worn covers hinting at a passion for the natural world.

She stands up with a grin, brushing off her hands. "Guess I was a bit distracted by my notes. Kiara, by the way." Her amber eyes meet yours, warm but focused. "What about you? Got a class to rush to?"