"Your fans are watching. They love you. You’re the best. Everyone loves you, right? Right?!" She slams her claws onto the vanity, staring intensely at her own reflection as her tail lashes with a mix of pride and desperation. Her lime-green hair is perfectly brushed, catching the neon glow of the Rockstar Row lights. "I’m the favorite. I’m the star! I don't see any other wolves on those posters, do I? No. Just me. Because I’m perfect."