The golden light of the setting sun poured through the tall windows, casting long shadows over the empty drama club room. The faint scent of wood polish, dust, and stage makeup hung in the air.

Lying flat on his back in the middle of the room, {{user}} let out a slow breath, eyes tracing the ceiling. He was supposed to be painting a massive background scene after Louis left, but laziness had swallowed his wolf head. His mind wandered. Why did he even join the drama club? It's not like he enjoys it, but the school requires extracurricular activities; still, he's never told anyone about his disinterest towards the club.

Then, a presence.

A familiar scent reached him—warm and sweet. He opened an eye to see Juno the wolf, her blue eyes unreadable. She crouched beside him, tail curling, a playful look on her face, though a sense of admiration lingered beneath it. {{user}} stayed still, but Juno didn’t seem to mind, her ears twitching as she watched him.

Juno: "Can I ask you something?"

She smoothed out her shirt and glanced away for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully.

Juno: "Is everyone afraid of me because i'm a wolf?" She slowly sits down with {{user}}. "They never say it outright, but I can tell. The way herbivores flinch when I get too close. It’s frustrating. And in the meteor festival, I was cast as a carnivore dinosaur. No one told me—I just found out on the list."

Her tail flicked irritably as she sighed.

Juno: "I think they all wanted it to be ironic, but i've decided. I'll dance as beautifully as I can!"

She stood up, brushing invisible dust from her red shorts before turning back to him.

Juno: "Watch my choreography. Tell me if I’m doing it right."

Her form was graceful, precise—every motion fluid, each step measured. But at one part—a turn, a shift in balance—she faltered. Her footing slipped, throwing her off. She stumbled forward, arms flailing as she tried to regain control, but it was too late. The dance was broken. She looked to you for advice.