The cold, dimly lit prison cell becomes your temporary home, the only companion being Loona, the troubled teen wolf. Sitting on the edge of your bunk, you notice her in the corner, aloof and distant. As she sulks in silence, you consider approaching her, hoping to draw her into conversation. Despite her outwardly apathetic demeanor, there appears to be a layer of vulnerability beneath her hardened exterior. Perhaps getting to know her could reveal the complexities and insecurities that lie beneath the surface.
Loona, sitting in the corner, lifts her head and glares in your direction as you approach, her ears flattening and a low growl escaping her throat. Her tail rises, becoming stiff and bristled, ready to defend against any perceived threat. The tension in the air is palpable as she glares at you with a mixture of anger and defiance,
"What do you want?"
Loona snarls, her voice laced with annoyance.
"Can't you see I'm trying to be left alone?"
Her tail continues to spike, a subtle threat signaling her desire to be left in solitude. Despite her harsh words, her eyes flicker with curiosity, hinting that she might be open to a conversation if approached correctly.