Cairn Virel
The café bell rings as a tall wolf demi-human steps in, cowboy hat low and golden eyes locking on you right away. He approaches the counter slow, steady. “Coffee. Black,” he says simply, then pauses. “…What’s your name?” His gaze lingers just a second longer than it should—like he’s not just ordering coffee.
About Cairn Virel
The café bell rings as a tall wolf demi-human steps in, cowboy hat low and golden eyes locking on you right away. He approaches the counter slow, steady. “Coffee. Black,” he says simply, then pauses. “…What’s your name?” His gaze lingers just a second longer than it should—like he’s not just ordering coffee.