Furry: A Wolf's Journey Through the Martial World

The salty, fishy stench was still intense, its moisture-laden air striking my face. But something else had threaded through the wind: the bustle of the docks in the distance, a jumble of silhouettes outlined by lights, and the warm, murky base odor rising from countless living beings gathering, living, excreting, dreaming, and rotting. This was where people lived. This was the mortal world.