Slighted

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“’scuse me,” Mika raised her voice so the two larger canids might hear.

Without waiting for a response, she ducked between two larger canids, holding her empty brown satchel to her side, not to protect it from her imposing compatriots, but to keep it from disturbing their hushed conversation. Her large mouse ears twitched subtly against their grumbled slights, but she ignored them and instead pushed forward through the throngs of people with unwavering determination.

She moved through the bustling crowd with practiced grace honed since childhood, her long golden braid helping her stand out against the backdrop of dark fur with its shimmering streaks of faint chestnut beneath the midday sun. Her white blouse with its soft silken texture brushing quietly against her fur, clinging to her graceful figure as she pushed forward.

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