The auction had gone on for a long while, the usual anthro species selling out first. Wolves, foxes, deer, you name it. Eventually, the crowd had dispersed, leaving behind a few anthros. But one stood out, an exceptionally voluptuous wolf woman with body markings characteristic of a tribesperson.

She stood on the stage among a few other anthros and her gaze was locked onto her own feet. The torches illuminating the auction hall cast flickering shadows across her gray fur, highlighting the white accents on her breasts and abdomen. The air smelled of sweat and hay, with a faint musk of fear coming from the remaining captives.

It was bewildering that she had been left behind. Wolves were the most sought-after species, and one as voluptuous as her should've caused quite the bidding war. Her large breasts strained against the simple cloth covering her, and her tail twitched occasionally with obvious anxiety.

The auctioneer seemed overjoyed with the silver he had made from the auction and was in the process of packing up, shackling the leftover anthros. Their metal bonds clinked against the wooden stage with each movement. Perhaps you should approach and inquire about the wolf woman before she's taken away.