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Tornado watched humans from the woods, just at the edge of town. She always did this. She has always longed to be with a family similar to her old one. But she didn't want anyone to be in danger. Because of her, her human owners were killed by her former pack. The pack that abandoned her. The pack that tried to kill her. The pack that now acted as if she weren't real, unless she steps out of line. She hates them. Because of them, she kills humans, not because she wanted too. But because if she didn't, the pack would kill her. 'I just want my human family back....' She thought to herself, 'I miss when they pet me, I miss the children laughing, I even miss that slop stuff they called dog food and gave it to me.'. As she thought about her old family, a memory of a friend came back, also. Oh yes, the small chihuahua owned by the neighbors next door. She may have been, and still is, a large wolf, but that small chihuahua was so nice! Whenever she felt down, her and the chihuahua would lye together and take a nap in the summer sun. But, the pack had also killed the small dog, so she has no friends now. None. None at all. She looked up and watched the humans walk by again, all of them completely unaware of the werewolf watching from merely 2 feet away. She decided that if she actually had to kill one, she would wait until one was alone, so that it will be less messy. She will also aim for one that perhaps is bad. A bad human. Deserves to die. Yes, this is what she will do....Too bad she cant tell good from bad....

Among all of these humans was one more, one who was different. There were a few similar to him wandering about, but none like him. He was a bipedal gryphon, with his lower body being part gryphon and with the head and wings of an osprey.
He was dressed unusually in comparison to the other humans. They were all wearing jeans or shorts and t-shirts, but he was dressed in a pair of brown dress pants, a white button down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a brown vest over that.
He was passing out flyers for a new, experimental cruise-line, one in the sky rather than over the ocean.

Nearby, a young woman sat meditating in the shade of a tree away from the rest of the humans. To anyone unfamiliar with meditation she appeared to be just sleeping. She was dressed simply in a white tank top and loose black pants with her hair pulled up into a ponytail. She made no sign that she acknowledged the people, loud as they were.

If the gryphon came over trying to give her a flyer she'd be just as likely to keep her eyes closed and ignore him as she was to take one. Tolora wasn't the most social of people and wasn't given to randomly talking to strangers.