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Today my tool and clothing mending stall was visited by a very tall, serious looking white wolf tengu with long straight hair.
She told me she was there for an inspection; I was used to such procedures having dealt so closely with the tengu up until this point, but after she had thoroughly looked through my stall, she said that she’d found something suspicious and said I was to receive a ‘pat-down.’
Not wanting to anger her, I obeyed her instructions, following her to behind the stall and placing both my hands on the walls while she did her work. At first, she roughly felt up my legs, arms, and waist, presumably checking for anything I smuggled. When she had completed this step, she began to slip her hand more gently under my clothing and caress my skin getting uncomfortably close to my nethers. I had offered to strip to prove my good intentions, however she said that ‘wouldn’t be safe’ and that ‘direct contact was needed as humans had learned to smuggle contraband as “snakeskin” and it couldn’t be seen visually’. It made me feel a tad safer since I had assumed the tengu we’re needlessly paranoid or worse, but if smugglers were using such strange methods, I suppose the pedantic precaution was justified.
What felt a little overly invasive was the tall creature sniffing my hair, back, and waist. I’m not an expert in a white wolf sense of smell, but couldn’t she tell from a great distance if I was masking the scent of some contraband? Perhaps it was just an extra layer of bureaucracy that her superiors would grill her on if they didn’t check, Tengu leadership is quite strict from what I’ve heard.
When she completed her inspection, I was gifted a test tube of highly concentrated cologne that smelled of fallen leaves. I was told I should wash it into the clothes I repaired since ‘it would be a problem if tengu clothing smelled like a human business’. I thanked the serious woman and offered my services for free that day, to thank her for the kindness but also since I to struggled with my overly stoic expression. She declined, as white wolf tengu are proud species after all and departed.

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