Continuing to wander around the city, you try your best to blend in considering that a) you're wearing clothes way too large for you, and b) just about every other fur you walk by is at some level of obesity. The smallest fur you've seen still had a sizable gut on him, and some furs are so massive you wonder how they are still mobile. Even on the extra wide sidewalks of the city, you are frequently grazed by a flabby flank or protruding lovehandle of furs either unaware or unbothered by the sheer amount of space they take up.
As best as you're trying to blend in and look like a standard citizen of Zaftig City, you still get stares and glances from some of the girthier members of society. Some of these stares are of astonishment, others of contempt for a obvious outsider. Nevertheless, nobody has harassed you.
While walking the streets of Zaftig City, another fur catches your eye walking on the sidewalk across the street from you. A greyish wolf with white markings, an inch or two taller than you (from your approximation) and skinny as a rail. He, too, is wearing clothes meant for a much fatter fur: A black shirt that hangs loosely on his frame and a pair of grey sweatpants he's hoisting up with his left paw.
And much like you, he looks very confused. His eyes dart from building to building, clearly trying to get his bearings while occasionally stumbling into another bulky fur on accident.
This is the only other skinny fur you've seen since you came to. And he looks like he's just about as lost and confused as you are about what's what. Is his situation the same as your's? Does he have any idea what's going on? The only way you'll find out is if you approach him.
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