One of the things I love about Night in the Woods is that 99% of the time, depicting all the characters as animals is treated as a mere stylistic conceit, but the fact that Mae can jump several times her own height and run on power lines and stuff is acknowledged in character, rather than being treated as a pure gameplay thing, and her being able to do so is unremarkable to others because she’s a cat. There’s this huge violation of furries-as-stylistic-conceit sitting right smack in the middle of the gameplay, and you’ve just gotta deal with it. There’s so much implicit worldbuilding weirdness there that’s never going to be addressed because it isn’t the sort of thing that Mae would pay attention to.
They say that great beasts once roamed this world. As big as mountains. Yet all that’s left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Just look what it’s done to you. One day, you will perish. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten. Your horrors faced. Your bones will turn to sand and upon that sand a new god will walk. One that will never die. Because this world doesn’t belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who is yet to come.
— Dolores Abernathy