I Like This City
A nod came from the rabbit, but he still greeted the human male elderly who walked inside their store. He made a beeline to the chest freezers and took a look at the ice cream on sale. Since the flavors were unlike the humans had since the most voracious eaters could not tolerate chocolate, the humans tended to pick out one every time they came to the werewolf store.
"Hello, can I ask about this particular brand? How come I can only see this one here?" The old man went straight to the counter as if he only went there for the ice cream. "My granddaughter loves this so much. They're moving soon, so I figure I should know where these could be sold."