A scientist rubbed at his forehead between his thumb and forefinger, wrinkling the skin under stress. The experiment was successful, but now he had to let her go. After raising her, he had gotten rather attached, like one would be attached to their pet back in the day. He looked into the room through the window he had installed, similar to one you would see on any controlled experiment. He had turned it into her room. The walls and floor were white, a bed with white sheets pushed into the back right corner, a small white side stand next to it with a single drawer, and lamp set atop it. A couple baseballs were scattered on the floor, along with a few stuffed animals, a couple with holes and chew marks in them. The man placed his other hand against the glass, peering in with sorrow filled eyes. He would miss her. Her innocence, her playfulness, but it was essential to the experiment.<br/><br/>Inside, Maya slept soundly in her bed, her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and partly over her face. Her gray wolf ears twitched now and then, only to settle quietly once more. The man slid his hand over to the P.A. button, lingering for a moment before pressing and holding it. "Maya, time to wake up." Her deep green eyes flickered open, dilating and adjusting to the light quickly, the amber swirls around her pupils settling. She sat up, stretching her arms towards the ceiling with a large yawn, exposing her sharp canines. Her forearms were covered in a thin layer of fur, the same gray color her ears were. As the sheet slipped off her, she was shown wearing a large white t-shirt, reaching down just past her buttock, when she stood, her gray wolf-like tail could be seen protruding from her tail bone. She was wearing specially made boy-short underwear, staying mostly covered. The scientist hadn't anticipated her having so much human skin, as her parents had more fur. Her lower legs were similar to her arms, half skin, half covered in soft gray fur.<br/><br/>She pulled open the drawer, specially made shorts inside for her tail. She slipped them on, then changed her shirt. Maya was almost like a daughter, and the scientist had even had to teach her to wear a bra. It was an embarrassing moment, but having her walk around without one could have been worse. Maya slipped a tighter fitting black t-shirt over her bra once she had it on, then walked to the sliding door, ready to go for a walk. She had a fine leather collar around her neck, no doubt one the scientist had kept from days when dogs were still common pets. He opened the door, allowing her to walk out to where he was. He attached a small chain to the collar, and led her outside. He had taken her for many walks to show her where the still fresh waters were. He taught her about the dangerous alligators, and snakes, and even taught her what was okay to eat, and what wasn't. He just hoped he had done enough. It was time to see how she would fend out here in the swamplands, more commonly known as 'The Pits'. He would check on her regularly at first, then less frequently as time would pass. It would be hard on him, to see her grow apart from him.<br/><br/>He walked her out to the nearest water source, unhooking the chain from her. "Stay, Maya." he said sternly, handing her a stuffed animal and bag of jerky. He quickly ran back to his lab, deeper in the swamps, hoping she would not follow him. Maya sat down on the ground, watching him run. "Maya stay..." she repeated quietly. Not far off was Francie's Place, a fifteen minute walk for someone who knew how to get around there. One that would never be finished for those ignorant to the swamps. Maya opened up the bag, and began to chew on the jerky, "Maya stay..."