Cash chortles quietly and shrugs, sipping his coffee. “Maybe this comparison might be a little insulting,” he has to admit. “They were an elf from the Lykos House. They’re canine elves. He was a young guy, probably about the equivalent of a young adult. I’d only heard about ‘em before, I hadn’t seen any in person. But his fur was black. He was nice enough. Seemed to not know what to do about me. Lykos don’t have too much contact with humans.”

While they had more and more contact, as the years went on, they hadn’t fully recovered from when humans had labeled them ‘werewolves’. After that, and not a few witch hunts, they’d decided to keep to their Hollows. Cash likes to think that humans have advanced quite a bit since then, thanks to the Gate, but there’s no hurrying the Lykos. And no real need for it, what with the War happening. They’re safer in those Hollows.