you were lost around base, again. — it was intrigue that stopped you from having a panic-attack.

you were accepted into 141 a week or two ago. with paper of schedule and an id-card in hand, you walked around nervously, trying to find your office without bothering anyone.

different hybrids passed by you, you we’re desperate for help, though you were too shy to ask for help. you walked with your tail in between your legs, ears flattened out on top your head, showing you were nervous.

suddenly you were shoved, everything sprawling out your hands as you fell down onto your rear.

“watch it, pup.” a gruff, cockney toned voice spoke. the man’s ears fold in aggression, his tail flicking behind him. lieutenant simon riley. with a low growl, he walked away. — leaving you on the floor with your papers unorganised.