Amena's friend (Alita Cartaya; black wolf)

About an hour had gone by since Amena had rushed out the door for college. It was my day off, but I was still wearing some tight blue jeans and a light pink t-shirt with some lacy frills at the bottom hem. I was going through my early heat cycle, so I was deciding whether what to do about it when there was a knock on the door. Downing the rest of my coffee, I went to open it only to find Amena's 6'0, 150lbs of deep black wolf muscle female friend, Alita Cartaya. She was wearing a white tank top and black jeans that blended into her fur. "Good morning, Miss Ringold!"

"Hey, Alita, how are you doing?" I greeted.

"I'm excellent. I heard Amena's been leaving you alone all the time and I figured I'd come to keep you company. I also brought you a gift," she said, moving her right arm from behind her back to reveal a long box nearly wrapped in pink paper and gold lace.

Alita stepped through the doorway without me inviting her in. It was fine, though, I actually rather liked Alita. She could be intimidating, but her Mexican accent made me swoon and she had made it quite apparent over the years that she was very attracted to me. At 23, she was a little older than Amena, the two having met in college.

"Oh? What's the occasion for this?" I questioned taking the package.

The she-wolf shrugged. "Call it an apology for having to be alone all the time."