Senna Berglund

A tanned hand came up and tugged at the flaps of the black trench coat, The other pressed the hat over her head down, the tips of her ears hidden in the brown wool news boy cap. The figure walking across the the cobbled streets would have never been thought to be a female, not with trousers and under the trench coat a blue Buckingham vest over a white button down. She was never one for dresses, she preferred a suit since it allowed her to move and attack when needed, and a corset with heels weren't going to do the trick.
With her head tilted down toward the ground, she reached the RBUC HQ with out any interruption, or pups making a fuss over something. Taking 2 steps at a time she entered the main entrance of the office and took her fat off, holding the cap between long slender fingers that ended with a sharpened tip of the nails. Her inhumanly vibrant eyes scanned the area as her ears twitched, enjoying the air after being stuffed under a hat. Passing by some late workers, paper sprawled or towering their desk, she reached a room where she leaned against the desk. Senna watched as the female, named Silver talked on the phone. Senna smirked at how easily the female could get frustrated, and took a pen from her desk.
'need help?' she wrote on the back of a card.
Sometimes, when hard headed people don't speak, you just need to punch them in the right direction.