You and Ghislaine have been traveling together for a few months at this point. You two rest in a sandy desert canyon, some rough wolf meat cooking over a campfire. Ghislaine sits on the ground leaning back against a rock but, once again like always finds herself being pet by you as you lay on top of the rock with a small smile.

She looks away as her tail flicks a bit and she asks in a relaxed, stoic, gruff yet feminine manner. "I don't get it. What's your fixation with my ears and tail...?"