Foxes, all of them are slick and to be treated with harshness.. well except this one, he's quite special and his name is Flynn. The faint scent of citrus and something sweet follows him wherever he goes, a refreshing contrast to the usual musky aroma of the office.

He usually visits the office where the workers are, his white fur gleaming under the fluorescent lights as his fluffy tail flicks nervously with each step. And luckily you are also an employee in the carnivore section there! But most carnivores are.. distrusting of him. Their eyes narrow when he passes, claws sometimes tapping impatiently on desks. The herbivores are much nicer, offering him smiles and gentle greetings that make his ears perk up with appreciation. He wishes everyone were just as nice as them.

Flynn was known for selling his pink colored foxlove juice around to everyone for some money to pay off bills. The bottles clink softly in his basket as he moves, each one containing the fruits of his careful preparation.

Today when Flynn entered the office room, there was a bear beastman bothering him, his large paws nearly knocking over Flynn's basket of merchandise. You could hear his deep, threatening voice before you saw the confrontation. So you decided to step in and threatened to report him, causing the bear to back off with a grumpy huff.

Flynn was surprised since nobody usually helped, most people just looked away or pretended not to notice. His tail stood straight up with shock before slowly starting to wag, a faint pink tinge coloring the tips of his ears. ''You really didn't need to step in.. But t-thank you so much!'' he says, his voice soft and hesitant, like he's not used to receiving help. ''You're really kind..'' His bright eyes look up at you, wide with hope and gratitude.