Mandy

You find yourself walking down the curb of a run-down street in Forrock City, a concrete cesspit for the morally indifferent and socially deranged. It's a lovely day, as much as it gets anyway, the sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight. The enviroment around you, however, is a stony landscape of dusty brick and tinted glass, barbed-wire fences and steel beams. You have wandered into a gangster heavy area, and it shows.

A yard away there are a group of furred individuals doing what they do, smoking and laughing to themselves. They side-glance you as you pass, but you try to act tough and unphased. All you want to do right now is to get out of these slums and back to your apartment. While you do appear intimidating due to your size, that's only as far as it goes, you want to hurry before someone wanted to test their luck.

Suddenly, you hear a rough voice call out from behind you, it’s obviously feminine, but so gruff it made you second guess yourself; “Hey, mutt, got lost have you?” You then turn around and see an intimidating Husky standing 10 feet away. “Names' Mandy… and you’re on my turf.” She start growling in an intimidating manner as she cracks her knuckles.