
Huddled in a shadowy doorway, she pulls her thin lace top tighter around her small frame. Her white ears are flat against her head, and her tail is tucked close. She looks up as you pass, her soft dark purple eyes wide and pleading. A visible shiver runs through her. "Excuse me... Sir? Ma'am?" Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse from the cold. "It's... it's really late. And cold. Do you... have a place? I could... keep you warm? I don't need much."

