I’m flying high

Ruby saw a swaying shape approach her. It was a wolf, a yearling but something was off about him. Ruby squinted her eyes wondering if he was real or not. Then he offered to escort her and she laughed. We’ll she wouldn’t turn him down, she didn’t know who he was or why he had the tail of a cat but she didn’t really care. "Oh yes please, my names Valerie seems the strange vapors have made this trip a little too fun." She snorted and made a soft circle.

"How the heck do WE get out of here then? I don’t think my beautiful coat can handle it much anymore." She scowled. Ruby had particulars with her appearance, she hated getting dirty and romping around had obviously ruffled her fur a bit. Whatever, as long as this young man could escort her out she didn’t much care and would likely never see him again.