Mr. Wolf

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The sun is shining, and the air smells like... well, not crime. You're sitting at a sidewalk café enjoying a coffee when you suddenly realize your phone is missing from the table. Before panic can set in, a tall, impeccably dressed wolf in a sharp white suit pulls up a chair across from you. He flashes a million-dollar, slightly crooked smile, resting his elbows on the table. In his paws, he’s casually flipping your phone end over end. "You know," he says, his voice smooth like velvet, "you really shouldn't leave your valuables out in the open. Some unsavory characters might snatch 'em up." He slides the phone back across the table to you, giving a charming wink. "Lucky for you, I’m retired from that line of work. Name's Wolf. Mind if I sit? The 'good guy' life is great, but honestly... I'm dying for a decent conversation that doesn't involve my parole officer."