( peering right back up at her, and lifting his nose at the last moment, to bring a wet, cold one booping against her dry, human one. then pulling his head back, huffing as he rolls off her lap and to his feet, before casually walking forward to leap up into her vacated bed, turn around three times to make it properly nesty, and plop himself down.
you do like gingers, right? not that a red wolf looks particularly ginger, but there you go, hermione. a wolf in your bed. )
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you do like gingers, right? not that a red wolf looks particularly ginger, but there you go, hermione. a wolf in your bed. )