The walk to the terminal exit was a mosh pit of camera flashes and reporters screaming questions. They were intent on getting at least some information from Snow, though repeating the same questions like broken records wasn't helping their cause. Snow laughed to himself, they were at least persistent, even though they weren't very bright. The doors were approaching when he got an idea.
He turned and let a look of astonishment sweep over his face. "What's going on over there?" he exclaimed, hoping his expression would be convincing, and to his fortune it was. The reporters fell for the ruse and started looking around the terminal for...they didn't even know what. Snow kept from breaking into hysterical laughter as he slipped out the door and into a waiting cab.
"To the University please, my go-." His words were cut off as something hit the cab window, and turning he saw a mob of angry looking people holding signs. They were waving them in the air furiously, but Snow caught the phrase "Go home mutt!!"
"Are you going to just sit here and let them vandalise your cab?" he asked the driver. He noticed him eye Snow in his mirror before pulling away, and it made him very uncomfortable. He got a few looks like that in the airport, but now that he saw how strong their hate was...it just unsettled him even more, and he kept an eye on the cabbie through the whole ride.
About a half hour later, he arrived at his home for the next 8 months. He paid the cabbie and thanked him, mostly for not dropping him in an alley somewhere. Pulling his bag from the trunk he turned around and looked at the hustle and bustle of move-in day. There were a lot of humans there, parents taking far too long bidding their children goodbye, young adults wishing their parents would stop being so dramatic...even a couple small children, probably seeing off an older sibling. Snow noticed one young lad staring at him, before tugging on his daddy's sleeve. The father bent to listen to his son whisper something to him, before taking the boys hand and walking towards Snow.
"Excuse me, my son...well, I'm sure you understand that he'd be a little curious, hell, even I have only seen pictures of your kind." The man smiled, it was warm and kind, "anyways, I didn't mean to offend, but my son...well, he wanted to scratch your ears."
Snow was a little taken aback. As much as he loved having his ears scratched, he had some pride, enough to distinguish himself from a common house pet. He couldn't let strangers just come up and pet him for their amusement. So much was riding on how he presented himself, and what impression he left on the humans. "Look, I know this situation is sort of foreign ground to everyone, but, I'm not a dog."
Now the man seemed taken aback. "Well sorry, I just...sorry." The man left lookind disappointed, and Snow started to regret his decision. 'Would it really have killed me to just let him scratch? It's not like he was a grown person asking to do it, that'd just be weird. No, it was just a kid, why'd you have to be so cold to him? They were so nice, too.' He berated himself as he hauled his luggage into the dorms.