CAPTURED

Alpha Valle stepped into the human world, his dreadlocks a wild tangle down his back. His animal skin loincloth and feathered headdress marked him as a stranger in this strange land. The air was thick with the smells of smoke and metal, a far cry from the crisp ice of his kingdom.

As he emerged from the alleyway, a cacophony of car horns and shouts assaulted his ears. The humans rushed past him, their faces a blur of disgust, mockery, and jest. Alpha's eyes widened in wonder, his grip on his spear tightening.

"What sorcery is this?" he muttered, staring up at the towering buildings that seemed to touch the sky.

A group of humans, their skin a deep brown like the rich soil of his kingdom, pointed and laughed at him. "Look at this dude's hair!" one of them jeered. "And what's with the animal print onesie?"

Alpha's face darkened, his hand on the shaft of his spear. But he restrained himself. He took a deep breath and approached the group. "Greetings, people of this land," he said, his vo