>Walk past an inn at Ironforge, all the lights are on.
>Plant your knee in a windowsill and see all the adventurers shitposting with ale a plenty.
>Giant hog stuffed with an apple smack dab in the middle of the table.
>Watch the broth seep down the tender meat, licking some drool off your teeth.
>Get nudged by the dwarf bouncer, grunting at you to fuck off.
>See a bread vendor waving her basket around nonchalantly.
>Sneak up waiting for a chance to grab a loaf.
>Trip and shove your face into the basket instead, sending fiber sailing to the ground.
>Scuttle one into your shirt and sprint away from the increasingly alarmed commotion.
>Stumble your way into the deeprun tram, not knowing anything about Ironforge's layout.
>Lose any pursuers by weaving through a convention of gnomes gawking at the latest Tinker Town invention.
>Notice a lost and found claim filled to the brim with luggage.
>You straighten your hair and act like you belong.
>The careless human at the desk stares at you with a clipboard in his hands.
>Convince him that a random bag is yours.
>Peace out to the darkest place you could find.
>Grimace at the "Forlorn Cavern" label.
>Find a corner you can call home for the night after climbing a few rocks to a dry, not making any noise so the fishermen don't recognize you.
>Fill up your canteen by the flowing water in a crevice.
>Slip off your footwrap to rub your strained paws.

>Dig through the luggage bag you now apparently own.
>Score a hoodie that's way too big for you and a tiny coinpouch containing silver.
>A shiny locket sparkles with the reflection of the nearby alcove of water.
>You pop it open and stare into a painting of a dwarven mother aside her smiling daughter to which you promptly chuck violently into the water with a tear streaming down your cheek.
>Taking one last pensive look, you find a ticket for a roundtrip from Ironforge to Stormwind on the tram.
>At least something made you smile today.
>You slip the loaf of bread out and munch on it, happy that it smells as if it was made minutes ago.
>Reach around to dig in your back pocket, grabbing your shiv.
>Sigh yet another day for not needing to use it but still tightening the handle and sharpening it on the mountain's crust.
>Using the rest of the luggage, you put together a makeshift pillow and mattress using the hoodie as a cover against what your fur can't insulate.
>Lose an hour of sleep over thinking about Stormwind's potential opportunity then pass out to the soothing water sounds.
Not to make it too edgy or depressing but those several first days were probably ruff. Still can't decide if it's fitting in right though to the millions of other stories I can throw onto her. Getting a Ellie vibe from the Last of Us and I don't want it. If she is homeless and all that jazz though, this seems alright. Could maybe go on about Worgens not being 100% accepted in society because of their capability to go feral (that's a thing right)?