A Furry Problem

Dark eyes stayed fixed on the beast across the room from her, knuckles white from how tightly she was clutching the hairbrush that she'd grabbed. Eventually a maid would enter; not the maid she wanted, of course, but one of the ones that were covering Violetta's duties until her return.

Her magic continued to brush against the creatures mind. This wasn't a regular mabari; it was distinctly human, and she narrowed her eyes, reaching back towards the vanity, just under the drawer to slip a dagger from a hidden compartment.

Not a dog. Shifter. She whispered, mostly to herself. And then louder, Who are you? The panic residing slowly; she was recognizing more signs that this wasn't a regular dog. After all, Byron's dogs thoughts were so different than a humans.

Reveal yourself, before I summon the guards. One would be patrolling the morning route soon. She couldn't help but wonder where her husband was; he normally lingered in his rooms early in the morning, hopeful that she might pay him some modicum of attention.

@Byron Wulff