A wolf dressed in black and had a bunny hat approaches a small, limp, figure on the dusty streets of the oddly barren Jamaa Township. They tenderly stroke its fur, dipping its head in an almost silent prayer. After a moment of quiet mourning, they raise their head and sing a song of sorrow, a howl that would pierce, but either nobody heard, or nobody cared.
The wolf shuffled away, taking the small body with it. It appeared to be a pet of some sort, a hamster at best guess. Passing jammers stared at the mysterious wolf, some mocking him, some wondering. The crowd parted to let him pass.
The wolf teleported to his small den and laid the little creature on a small wooden table. Glancing over his shoulder, he spots a creature lurking in the bushes. The wolf bares his teeth.