If I had even the tiniest bit of dog energy in me, I'd be the full werewolf lesbian stereotype overnight
Baseball cap, flannel, converse and all in a heartbeat. The cosy girl next door with the messy room and excellent taste in music. It would be able to fill in so many of the gaps I have in my soul searching... but alas there is nothing in my soul that awoos
Instead I just feel very strong kinship with my fluffy brethren, as another cryptid fae who feels the need to call out at night


