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The other, obviously intoxicated beyond her wits, rose to greet Mary. Her ears twitched and her tail did a slow wag, but she calmed her anxieties for fear of seeming rude. Oh, no thank you, she said in the calmest voice she could manage. Normally, Mary avoided the company of this sort; those who were willing to sacrifice eternal salvation for temporary satisfaction had no place in her circle. Still, she knew better than to hop on her high horse and strut away as she might have once done and decided that it was more in her favor to spend a few moment with the drunkard.

I'm Mary, Mary Scott. It was a simple name but she liked it. Of all the things she'd once had to remember her family, it seemed that her name was the only one left. Mary took a few steps forward, the wind blowing through her fur to reveal the darker roots and highlighted points, then sat back on her haunches to observe the stranger. It's a nice day, don't you think? I've surely seen worse.