Esme
Esme sighed as she walked along the sidewalk, on her way to her lovely cave. Humans bumped into her everywhere, and she would probably have bruises when she got home. She carried a large, half-eaten steak in her mouth as she now briskly trotted along as she neared her home. Esme soon entered the forest, and now broke into a run, eager to get home.
Nero
Nero's pelt bristled as he sat outside of the large tunnel he lived in. He sat by the pond quietly, as his chocolate brown pelt continued to bristle. He was staring into the dark water, staring at where the fish had disappeared. Catching fish was harder than it seemed.