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The pattering of paws in gently melting snow rolled her eyes slowly open, their green meeting the green of the trees. Lifting her head, it pulled to look towards the sound. Fur only slightly disheveled by her napping. Her lids hung heavy and the massive bear-like woman looked as though not a single drop of fear pooled in her heart.
She subtly stretched, just enough to wake herself up a bit more. A chuff exiting her lungs, a kind of communication that excited the waking goddess. So fun it was to play this fairytale, to play pretend as a wolf was much more fun that just laying around in her godly form. Listening to the woes of mortals and the occasional Irishmen asking for her hand in marriage. It was silly to watch her brothers chase them off, though boring after the 100th time.
Within her gold-rimmed vision was the figure of a hunting hound. She recognized its' smooth, lanky body and long snout. It reminded her of the Scottish Deerhounds she was rather fond with. Yet sitting in this body, her mind view the dog differently. She had always had a way with certain beasts, but this time it felt different.
Wee pup, why ye wonder so? No master heed your name?The goddess' welsh accent dripped off her tongue like dew off a leaf.