The Cafe was quiet with the soft whispers of species talking amongst themselves about topics they knew greatly, the curtains staining the sunlight that shone in a bright pink and casting over a soft tone to the place. The smell of coffee and fresh baked sweets wafted the air like the sweetest perfume

An arctic wolf sat alone, holding a newspaper as her entertainment and a coffee cup as her fuel, the plate on her table empty with scattered crumbs from a past snack. She still had the residue of crumbs and brown coffee staining the white fur of her lips.