“You’re a funny little thing, aren’t you?”

Alcina’s monstrous thumb rolls over one of your ears admiringly, brow raised as one of your legs kick out; tail wagging a mile a minute as she pets you, leaning into her palm in hopes of more attention.

You’ve been enchanted by her from day one.

This not-so-little lycan pup had shown up on her doorstep a little while ago, matted and tattered. Tossed away.

Doesn’t help that you were attached to her hip the moment you’d laid eyes on her, so she had no choice but to take care of you.

Even if she doesn’t really like dogs.