bohemianrug asked:A large werewolf with chocolate-brown fur and deep blue eyes approches Vanna, walking on it's hind legs. Despite it's hostile appearance, the beast pokes her with it's cold nose and whines. Beneath the animal exterior was a friendly individual.
The woman is startled at first, flames crackling briefly into existence along the edge of her axe before she lowered the tool, tilting her head to the side, goggle hidden optics curious. Her water monitor let out a nervous hiss and she clicked her tongue at him in a reassuring manner before carefully offering a gloved hand to smooth the dark fur along the other’s muzzle.
Backing off slightly, the wolf whines once more, but gets slowly closer when she smooths his fur. After a moment of inspecting her, the beast gives her a soft nuzzle as thanks for accepting him. The man under the fur was happy that she hadn’t attcked him immediately. Laying his muzzle on her leg, the wolf lays down on the ground near her, drifting off to sleep.
Vanna would smile softly and would sit down as well, so the werekin could have a proper rest and would continue to smooth ruffled fur along his neck and shoulders as her pet watch warily. Normally she didn’t relax, but when a canine is involved, well, she does.