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Desi had just rounded the corner to move into the next aisle when a smallish furry bullet collided with her head-on. She was flipped onto her back, but with a small growl she quickly got to her feet, crouched, fangs bared in defense of whatever had attacked her. As she turned her angry mis-matched glare downward, a wolf, white in color with beautiful blue eyes, rolled onto his back, his tongue lolling out in a comical grin. He apologized with a laugh.
The she-wolf tried to maintain a ticked-off look, but found that she could not. He was too cute, even if he had knocked her over. With a sigh, she stood, assessing the both of them for injuries. There were none, not that she had necessarily expected any. The squirrel that he had been chasing had run up the end rack of the shelf and was sitting there chittering away at both of them. Even though she knew it would fail, Desi swiped at the rodent, sending it running.
Eh... it happens. My name's Désirée, what's yours?