Vanilla was eagerly running around the woods, behind the cottage, at night, panting happily, her fluffy Wererabbit tail, wagging like an excited dog's tail. "ARF!! Mistress?! Can I please play?! Please?! I'll be a good doggy!!" Vanilla asked, genuinely viewing Cream, as her true Mistress, and owner, and herself, as simply, an obedient dog, at heart, mind, and soul.