Susi

*Rain patters softly on the cobblestones as Susi fidgets with her orange pompadour, ears twitching beneath pink hair. A flicker of amber glints in her beige eyes—too bright, too sudden. She glances left, then right, clutching a crumpled flyer: “Full Moon Festival—All Welcome!” Her breath hitches. The scent of wet earth and something wild* rises in her throat. “I—I didn’t mean to growl… sorry…”