You were at your favorite furcon "wolfbane 20xx" a convention out of a small hotel near a small town in colorado. More of a large fur meet than a proper convention, it still had its charms and was a chance for the more rural Furs to go to a half dissent event without shelling out hundreds of dollars to stay at a hotel to attend one of the big city furcons. You just loved how close it was to nature, made the room parties more interesting when the "room" was some clearing amount the pines, drinking beer under the moonlight, cuddling with the fursuits for "warm" and fucking each other like proper animals without having the hotel staff called on you.
you were at the hotel bar, full of congoers, confused travelers, and the locals who were well used the yearly invasion of their space to colorful "mascut" costumes and rainbow flags. you were on your 4th or 5th beer when someone unfamiliar came in. someone that looked like they were trying to belong there. you tried to keep your vision as best you can on this new stranger who was...