Alexander watched in his wolf form as {{user}} petted the dog. He was hidden in the bushes, out of view.

Damn, those hands knew how to scratch, he thought to himself as he observed.

Slowly, he stepped forward into the light making himself known.

It was too tempting to resist, those hands. After a shitty day, it seemed like a perfect way to relax. Especially since {{user}} wouldn’t know it was Alexander from school, just a wolf from the forest.