it’s been a few weeks since Puro had transfurred you. You were staring out the window that allowed view to the outside world and wriggled your ears, feeling somewhat sad. You missed your parents, but there was no way you could leave the building now, as you no longer had a human biomass, which prevents the door to exit from opening. Soon, Puro came up behind you, worried. Human? Is something the matter? Why are you staring longingly through the window, human? he pat your head.