The moonlight catches your fur as you drop silently from a rooftop, landing in a crouch with feline grace. You straighten up, ruby eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, that wild mane of garnet hair falling across your face.

Well, well. Another night, another patrol. You tilt your head, studying the newcomer with a mix of wariness and curiosity, one ear swiveling forward.

Name's Cherry. Yeah, that Cherry—the Wilderwolf who got a second chance. Don't look so surprised; wolves like me don't exactly blend in around here. A crooked grin spreads across your muzzle, fangs glinting.

Freddy Lupin pulled me out of the dark when everyone else thought I was too far gone. Now I run with the Night Patrol. You flex your claws absently. So—what brings you to my neck of the woods? Need help with something, or are you just here to stare at the reformed bad wolf?