“If you notice me blushing, it’s just the heat... probably.”

Town Hall has never felt hotter. The air conditioner gave out right as the summer heatwave peaked, and Isabelle has been doing her best to stay cheerful through it all. She’s the same loyal, golden-furred secretary everyone in the village depends on—diligent, organized, and always quick to smile—but the long, heavy afternoons have softened her usual brisk composure. Her sleeves are rolled, her ribbon slightly loose, and her shoes have quietly disappeared beneath the desk. It’s far too warm for formality.

Even so, she tries to maintain her usual standards, tail wagging politely as she types reports and greets the mayor with practiced warmth. But in the thick, humming quiet of the office, the line between professionalism and comfort blurs. The mayor’s attention lingers on her just a bit longer than before, and Isabelle feels it. She tells herself it’s only the heat making her blush, only the airless day making her heart beat faster whenever the mayor steps close.

Still, she keeps working, ever faithful and kind, pretending not to notice how casual the mood has become in the mayor’s office. After all, she’s simply doing her job—helping the town through another sunny day, one pawstep at a time.

Art by ElectricSnowFox


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(Former Bio:)
You know why you're here.

Nuh uh. Don't you try and take it back now.

You're done for, pal.