There's a little furry face glaring at you, his nose long and black and his eyes high and round like yours. He is wearing only fur, which you admit smells wonderful in a way you simply cannot explain, except that it makes you glad you are too. He has a long candle in his other hand, and a worried, frustrated look on his face. "Idiot!" He yells, his voice angry, but more /for/ you than /at/ you. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? There's not much of our family left, we..." His eyes widen as the light of the candle shines on your body. He is strong-looking, well-built with gray fur, a full two feet taller than you are. Your white fur isn't just different, it's strikingly clean in a way that he is not. The message seems clear to him. "You're not... even a rat!" He reaches down, releasing your wrist to slide his hand down your front. By any human standards, touching like that would be absolutely wrong, but... his hand on your tail feels almost welcome after the chaos and confusion of the day. "Did you just get transformed? Which means... you weren't born a rat! Are... Are you really from the outside?" He lets go of your tail, though one strong hand returns to your back. The message is clear: you aren't running away. Your eyes look the rat up and down once in the flickering candlelight before you smile at him and...