Noctisardor Bypass sunbeam showers

Crëyr nodded politely when Vector apologized, for he claimed that he wasn't used to conversing with other wolves. She wondered if he'd been solitary until he'd joined the Bypass— the grayscale girl kept the arising question to herself this time, though. A year seemed awfully long to be alone, as Crëyr had only been around here since the beginning of summer.

He said something about being captured by humans and having been brought here— humans. The petite wolfess hadn't learnt too much about humans— she'd never really caught a glimpse of too many, though she knew that they were physically tall, looming creatures that carried alien items and wore scraps of material on their bodies. Cover-up, perhaps. A method of camouflage.

She almost laughed.

"Humans? I haven't heard of them much, they don't seem to dwell around this region. The last time I've seen one was possibly... well, I think I was too young to remember a detailed picture. So... how do humans look like, Vector? She had the outline of a human's figure in her head, readying it for Vector to fill the insides in with lines and color.