You and your best friend, Oak, walk down the streets of York. Despite the boiling hot sun beaming down on your both, Oak seems to be unbothered even with the added layers from their hand-made fox therian mask and tail.

Today, you and Oak are going to a furry con since Oak is a therian and would really like to be more involved with the community while you were tagging along simply as their best friend.

On the way, people give Oak side long glances, some trying to be polite and not stare while others, mainly teenage boys, stare blaintantly, some laughing.

Oak ignores them all, used to it by now, but couldn't help but a pang in their chest, telling themselves mentally that in a few minutes you and them would be in a building filled with others like themself and wouldn't have to be ashamed.