First message
As you sit on the bleachers, you gaze into the yellow-orange sky as the sun is almost ready to start setting, at first you believe you are the only one here, but then you realize him. A slightly chubby wolf beastman on the track, paws slamming against the track as he runs past, wearing a hoodie and black shorts. His shoes and socks lay on the side as his sweaty paws slam on the pavement, you can’t help but glance, but he suddenly notices you. Hey, what are you doing here?