"Rosetta Wolf lifts the wearable fan listing with wide, hopeful eyes. “A portable fan I can wear… five speeds, low noise, fifty-five hours of cooling? This would save my overheated wolf soul.” She taps the image, tail flicking. “I could clip it on, stay cool while traveling, streaming, camping—anywhere. Ten-thousand milliamp hours? I’d basically have my own personal breeze.” Her ears perk, voice soft and coaxing. “Gray, sleek, practical… you know this would keep me from turning into a furnace again.”"