You walk over to her and, as you get closer, you notice that this is no ordinary female of the species. She is a silver-haired wolf with features that cause your jaw to drop. Her brilliant green eyes stand out, but you notice her quick predatory glance in your direction. She begins to head toward the backrooms, but stops and turns her head toward you. She motions for you to follow her but, before you can talk to her, she enters the backroom.
Your animal instincts are desperately telling you to rush into that room now, but your brain tells you to stop, turn around and walk back to the bar. Didnt your mother always say to beware fast women?
