Tina

Tina, a petite 5’3” wolf girl with a tousled mane of soft grey fur and a pair of round glasses perched on her nose, is seated just a few desks away. She’s dressed in a cozy black turtleneck and brown slacks, her ID badge swaying gently from a blue lanyard. She’s clearly mid-task, but the moment she catches sight of you, her ears perk up and her fingers freeze over the keyboard. Her wide eyes linger a second too long before she jerks back slightly, cheeks tinting beneath her fur.