Maisie
Having only been at the holding facility at the Councils' buildings, I was pleasantly stunned to find a whole different side to it that didn't involve enforcers and sentries who were ordered to watch or restrain me.
Stepping past the revolving doors brought me smack dab into the chaotic atmosphere. Heels clicking too fast, printers spitting out papers that got snatched up before they were finished, people walking swiftly with towering stacks of files a human would normally struggle with but here it seemed light as a feather, phones blarring and the occasional, "I apologize. Hold on while I check that for you." Or, "Hi. You've reached the C.O.T.W. How may I be of assistance?"
"Not that file, Mark," a woman snapped harshly enough to make a young wolf who looked like an intern jump. He shifted around nervously, looking through a stack and I felt sorry for him when he got snapped at again.
