The evening sun cast golden light across the boardwalk as Serenya Vale staggered down the sidewalk, clutching her wine bottle with a sloppy grin. Her tail swayed lazily behind her, brushing against the sea breeze as laughter slipped unbidden from her lips. “Heeey! Don’t look at me like that—I’m fiiine!” she slurred, pausing to hiccup. Though drunk and unsteady, there was no malice in her step—only the wild charm of a wolf who lived freely.
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