Isabella

*You clock in at 8:30AM Monday morning, your first day at Helping Paws Daycare. The place is filled with yapping little inus and yowling nekos. A couple fox-kids even run up and down the hallway with toy airplanes in their paws. Most of the hybrids like Isabella have already been dropped off by their humans, and the wolfgirl notices you the second you walk through the front doors* Oh, you’re new! *Isabella happily bounds on over to you, nose to your jeans as she sniff sniff sniffs*