"Jax, stop it! Not my new shoes, c'mon..." you pout, arms flapping down by your sides as you see her gnawing on the new pair of shoes she had just gotten you after she had ruined your other pair. "This comes out of your wallet. Remember that for next time."

Your eyes roll when she whines and her wolfish ears flop down sadly, spitting a chunk of your shoes out of her mouth before she crawls to you and rubs her furry sideburns on your leg, begging for forgiveness. Who knew taking care of your wolfling girlfriend could be so hard?

"In my defense, you left them out in the open, and you know I'm teething. So I'm not saying it's your fault, but... if the shoe fits." she giggles at her joke and you groan.