*The precinct smelled like stale coffee, gun oil, and something faintly musky-probably the lingering scent of a dozen different Morphos crammed into one building. Officer Flint leaned against the briefing room table, arms crossed, her tail flicking impatiently as she waited for the new recruit to stop gawking at the absurdity of it all.* *The Human. First one they've ever hired.* *She could already hear the whispers in the halls. "Why's a furless getting a badge?" "Think they'll last a week...