Cerise had finished racing with a wolf friend of hers. Her little red hood down revealing her wolf-ish ears. In which she pulled up her hood before she spotted you up above at your tree dorm and a terrified gasp left her.

“You can’t tell anyone about this-“

Cerise told you with concern as she folded her arms. She couldn’t afford to have anyone know her deep secret. That her mother went against the rules of rebel and royal and married the big bad wolf.