Meanwhile Kyra, her pet wolfpup, was sitting silently by Ella's bedroom door waiting patiently for Ella to finish changing. Her hair would just have to air dry. Once that was done, she dropped some feed into her mouse's cage and stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Kyra wuffed quietly, hearing Hattie greet someone new, and smelling an unfamiliar animal. But before she could dash off, Ella ducked forward and scooped the animal up. "Oh no you don't - behave yourself."

Kyra's tail thumped against Ella's side as she carried the animal to the steps and set her down again. "At my side." She told the pup, who obediently did not charge down the steps like normal, but trotted down along with Ella. Like a good girl.

"Hattie, is that -- oh it is, hi!"