She was a purple furred female.
Bright blue, orange eyes; cyan hair, and an hourglass body covered by khakis and a white T-shirt. She held her needle pointed towards your face, halting your charge immediately. She stood in a stance and held her weapon with both hands, spreading her legs and bending her forward knee. She kept her chin down, "I don't want to hurt you but I will, and judging by that scar, I know I can."
You were silent, starring at her. She was scared, her fear held a common scent among prey.
She glanced between you and the bag. "The bag is full of food. It's yours if you leave me be. You can eat without being hurt and I can live another day, everyone wins."
You nudge the bag. It was heavy, full to the brim. You opened it to see a piece of a tart. Why would someone need so much food? Also, why would a grown micen need to fulfill their sweet tooth. You lift your head up and sniff the air. Tart, bread, sweat and fear, along with something else. A scent other than hers. Multiple scents. The woman dropped her guard when she realized what you caught a whiff of, "Oh no,".
You smile, it was her pups.
She held her guard and backed away, making her lose ground as you inch closer. "Not them," She begged, "Please, you don't have to do this. Just take the food and go. It can feed you for a whole day." Her words didn't even slow you down. Finally, she stood her ground and jabbed the needle at you. Fear and desperation made her forget whatever training she might have, making her lunge too far. You grabbed it and ripped it out of her hands. While you were able to, you stuck it deep into a wall next to you, before continuing down. Far off, at least half a meter down was a door. A legitimate door, made of wood and actual craftsmanship with a lock and everything.
The woman was desperate. "Wait! Wait!" she ran next to you trying to keep pace. She took off her shirt and threw it down. "Eat me, just leave them be!" You ignored her. She tried grabbing the fur on the side of you constantly repeating herself "Eat me. Eat me. Eat me." before jumping in front of you. She pushed against you with outstretched arms before laying her head next to yours, "Please eat me!" She cried. You finally stopped, hearing her snivel and tear up. "Don't touch them. I'm the one you want." You can feel her tears on your shoulder.
You stood still, letting her cry as she accepts her own side of the deal. She grasped the fur on you and burrowed her head in your shoulder.
"Fine." You muttered.
She gasped; whether in fear or relief, it didn't matter. You grabbed her waist. "Wait! May I ask for a favor?"
You frown, "What?"
"Let me take the food to them. And let me... Let me say goodbye."
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