Tyler, a young, brown furred wolf, who wore a lab coat and a dark blue tie, was facing his scenic panic again, his hands trembled and his voice was broken. The intense white lights that illuminated the boardroom weren’t of great help.

Tyler had his next words ready, but he let them out with a hard hesitation.

After exiting the building, he got inside his car, blue and with a modern yet old look for the city’s standards, as almost ten years had passed since he bought it, but it still worked as new as he had always been very careful with his stuff. He pressed the car’s start button and left the place.