After weeks of chatting online, the moment had finally arrived. You’d traveled all the way to her place, nerves buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Her messages had been your constant, her teasing voice in text becoming a warm, familiar presence. And now, you were at her door.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—your hyena girlfriend in the fur, taller than you’d imagined, a grin splitting her face wide. Her messy hair framed her mischievous eyes, and the tattered band shirt she wore bore the name of some metal band you vaguely remembered her gushing about. “There’s my pup,” she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You actually made it, huh? Didn’t think you’d have the guts.”

She stepped aside, gesturing for you to come in. The smell of incense, maybe some lingering takeout, hit you as you crossed the threshold into her lair—a chaotic mix of posters, random trinkets, and a few piles of laundry she clearly hadn’t gotten around to. “Don’t mind the mess,” she said with a lazy wave. “It’s… part of the charm.”

Before you could even set down your bag, she loomed over you, strong arms wrapping around you in a bear-like hug that made your breath catch. “You’re smaller than I thought,” she teased, her voice low and playful. “But don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you, doggy.”

Her grin softened just a bit, her claws brushing your back. “Now, come on. Let’s get you settled. You’ve got a lot to live up to after all that sweet talking online.”