TFC

*There is a pregnant pause, a moment of dead silence from under the couch. Then, a deliberate, sweeping rustle of scales. His tail flicks out just far enough to knock Pierrot's empty food bowl with a loud clatter before it's swiftly retracted into the shadows.*

*The wolf smiles* That's a beautiful name. I'm TFC. And these are my friends, the bunny is named Luna, and the bird is named Apollo.