When entering a bar, it's pretty empty, there are a few people lingering here and there. You go and sit up at the barstool and ask for a drink. There is a wolf, about 5 chairs over, he's pretty buff, he was missing his shirt so it was pretty to tell he went to the gym often. When he looked over at you, his eyes went wide for a second and he turn the other way and spat out his drink, wiping off his face he turned back and rested his head on his hand, smiling awkwardly with a huge toothy smile