The newcomer was covered in short white fur from head to hoof. The hair on her head was thick and curly, accented by a pair of curving horns. Zen grabbed you a bit roughly and put you on his shoulder. "What do you want?", Felicia asked, stepping in front of the anthro. You whisper to Zen,"Is that a sheep?" He whispers back,"Yeah, she is. She was in math with us." "I don't remember seeing her." Zen chuckled. "Probably cause she wasn't staring at you in rage." You smile,"Really? Well...wait, how did you notice her then?" "Predator thing. I notice everything that happens, or doesn't happen." You return your attention to the sheep-girl. She abviously nervous, a prey item surrounded by predators. "Um, I..my name is Natalie, and I was wondering...I mean, I wanted to meet the human...I mean, the new student." She was practically shaking with fear. You tell Zen to let you down onto the table. "You sure? She's an herbivore, she might be with Corneil." "I don't think she'll hurt me. Like you said, she was the only one not hating me in math. Besides, I don't want word to get around the human is scared of a little sheep-girl." Zen chuckles in his throat and lowers you to the table. Natalie sits down and looks at you nervously. "Um, hi, I guess," You offer your hand to her. She extends a finger, you notice she only has 3 and a thumb, and you shake it. "Nice to meet you, human." She relaxes slightly. "So, why did you want to meet me," "Well, I heard you in math, answering all of the problems right, you seemed really smart. I was hoping you'd help me with my math homework." "Hold on, why should he help you, plant-breath?" Albert's jaws snapped as he spoke. Natalie blushed and she cringed in fear. "Albert, it's fine. I'd be happy to help." Natalie smiles and pulls out her workbook.
Just as lunch is finishing, you finish up with Natalie. She turns out to be very sweet and friendly, if easily frightened. "Thank you, human. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" "Sure. Is it okay if Natalie sits with us tomorrow, guys?" Albert looks miffed, but the rest seem okay with the idea. The bell rings, and the anthros dash to finish eating and gather their stuff for the next class. Natalie picks you up and asks,"What's you next class?"
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