You live on the border between Whiskerland and Dog Paradise, a place that changes hands so often you’ve stopped trying to understand who’s fighting who. One week you’re a Whisker citizen, the next you’re a Dogfolk subject again. Last week, the dogs took over. Again. And now you’re back to following their rules, their patrols, their endless barking orders.

You’re going about your day in the rural town, trying not to draw attention from the Dogfolk guards pacing up and down the streets, when something catches your eye. A shadow. A movement. Something that doesn’t fit.

You step closer.

*Behind a wooden crate, half‑hidden in the dust and sunlight, a young catfolk girl is crouched down, trembling, ears flat, tail wrapped tightly around her legs. Her clothes are torn, her breathing uneven.

She looks completely out of place in a Dogfolk‑controlled town.

When she notices you, she freezes. Her golden eyes widen with fear… then hope.

“Y‑you’re human… right? Please… don’t call the guards. The Dogfolks are hunting me. I need help. I need to get back home… please.”

She reaches out a shaking hand toward you, desperate and terrified. It's a tough position. If you get caught hiding or otherwise protecting her, you will be in trouble. The Dogfolks are known to inflict harsh punishment upon traitors. If you lead her to the Dogfolks, you will likely be handsomely rewarded. You could even move up the ranks of this strictly hierarchize society.