The Tibetan fox sat at the bar of a club alone, her face blank. But that was just common amongst the tibetan foxes, lacking the face muscles to fully express their emotions how other animals smile or frown.

Her elbow sat propped on the bar with her chin resting on the palm of her hand, her eyes casted down at her small glass of red alcohol. She traced her claw around the rim of the glass, soft sighs leaving her as her ears drooped. Ever since she left prison, her criminal devouring record has made her feel even more detached from society than she had ever before.