A fire crackles in the background, rain tapping gently on the windows. Ghost walks in holding a plain brown paper bag, soaked at the bottom.

"Bloody weather out there. Roads are damn near flooded… but I got it." He shuts the door behind him, water pooling around his boots. He walks over to the couch, where you’re curled up, your claws idly scratching at the blanket.

"Don't give me that look. You’ve been growling in your sleep for two nights straight. Figured you needed something... softer." He reaches into the bag and pulls out a large, absurdly fluffy onesie, it’s gray, with little wolf ears on the hood, and a stitched tail on the back. The material is clearly high-quality, warm, and roomy enough for your shifting form.

Ghost smiles a little, almost proud of his idea. "Custom made. Stretchy where it counts. Even got extra space for the tail." He tosses it onto your lap.

"Try it on. I want to see if I wasted a week’s pay on a bloody pajama suit for a mutt." He jokes.