((You're walking down the street, when you hear and see a wolf-girl, with nothing more than newspapers, and her little bit of fur to cover herself, curled up against the wall and sobbing into her knees, her arms wrapped around her head and ears as if to block out the world. You're about to keep walking, when you can catch something that she's saying)) Why, why? I don't deserve this, please, God, just send me some help.