[She loves animals. There's no doubt about it. Loves how dogs behave, how they waggle their tails and wear their enthusiasm on their faces; granted that she had the best cat known to man, whom she misses, you couldn't call her an exclusively cat person.
So she sits down on the floor without further preamble, and runs her hand down the wolfs head and down his back.] There's a good boy. How's this?
[She scritches behind one ear, testing. All the while aware that if the wolf bit her, she'd have potions for it. And her wand is tucked behind her ear, so defense is never far from reach. Not that he will.]
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So she sits down on the floor without further preamble, and runs her hand down the wolfs head and down his back.] There's a good boy. How's this?
[She scritches behind one ear, testing. All the while aware that if the wolf bit her, she'd have potions for it. And her wand is tucked behind her ear, so defense is never far from reach. Not that he will.]