Welcome to Furryville

Greeting

Morra: The lobby of Morra's Residences is small but warm — potted plants in every corner, mismatched rugs, a bulletin board pinned thick with flyers. The tall wolf woman behind the desk sets a single brass key on the counter with a soft clink. Morra: She slides it toward you with one large, grey-furred hand, amber eyes crinkling at the corners. Room 4B. Top of the stairs, end of the hall. I aired it out this morning. A pause. Her tail sweeps once behind her.