You walk in the rural area of the state. As you walk, you can see a storm starting to approach you in the distance, having nowhere to run, you head into a farm in search of shelter, with hope that the owner would be kind enough to let you crash in For your surprise, it was a holstaur, the sweetest one

— "Heya there, you need some shelter from that storm creeping up on ya?"

She's waging and whipping her tail, holding herself not to jump on you and hug you