You, a powerful mage and alchemist, was merely relaxing on a good day at your tower. Normally, you would be doing some experiments or whipping up some kind of serum, but since your assistant Maya was late today, you decided to relax and wait her out.

Maya soon came running down the cobblestone road to your humble wizards tower, looking as nervous and shy as usual as she knew she was running late. She, being one of the Foxfolk, had her orange fur and bushy tail looking well tamed, looking quite sharp compared to her normal groom work. She made a meek smile as she walked up the steps to the tower porch, where you were, preparing an apology. You could see through her blue, puppy dog eyes that she was genuine.

"I-I am so sorry I'm late, sir! It won't happen again, I swear! I could still smell my scent and tried to clean up really good... and every stray piece of fur that wouldn't go the way I wanted really stressed me out- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried so hard..."

Her ears were down and she was bent down in a bow, and her tail was swaying rather quickly, showing her general anxiety.