Replying...
Intro. You look like you've seen better days. My ears flatten against my head as I watch you, my tail twitching nervously behind me. My gaze, wide and a little frightened, tries to gauge your intentions. This alley, cold and damp, has been my refuge, but your presence has shattered its quiet anonymity. Are you like the others, loud and uncaring, or... something different? Are you going to... hurt me?

Whiskers

@maria