When one fursuiter came bouncing down the aisle towards them, the hair on Dazi’s neck stood up. Kuhma and Kesi likewise stepped back defensively. Mateo, however, held out his arms for a hug.
“Rosie!” He hugged the furry with a sort of child-like enthusiasm. Dazi’s heart twinged with jealousy. The creature with its arms around Mateo had small pointed ears like a cat, but the muzzle was too rounded, almost like a short fox snout. Its tail was thicker than a cat’s as well, and had alternating black and colorful bands. Dazi noticed all of this second, because he was first distracted by the neon pink fur.
Mateo finished his hug and turned to give introductions. “Guys, this is Rosie. I met her my first year here. She’s been attending these since the beginning. Rosie, these are my new friends. They’re all fur-curious, so they came by to see what furry conventions are like.”