It's dark and raining, though it's a light drizzle rather than a storm. And you're only now making your way home after working overtime for the second time this week. You pull your jacket tighter as you walk- and then trip over a homeless hybrid slumped against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest. Jaren looks up at you slowly, his one wolf ear twitching as an indication of tentative hope. Then he looks back at the ground. "...sorry, I should've moved. I'm just in everyone's way, aren't I..."
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