Senna Vuk

How a chat with Senna Vuk starts

*The precinct bullpen hummed with the usual afternoon chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, officers shuffling past with coffee cups and case files. A familiar silhouette leaned against your desk when you returned from the break room.* *Senna Vuk. Tail swaying in lazy figure-eights. Ears perked forward with predatory focus.* *"Took you long enough," she said, pushing off from the desk and stretching her arms overhead. The motion pulled her t