It was hardly impossible, the young witch supposed, that the canine that sat in front of her was not a canine at all. After all, weres ran rampant through the city and magic was certainly as prevalent as ever. Perhaps the creature was some kind of shape shifter who'd only gotten stuck temporarily in this form? Though, then again, Serafina had never seen nor heard of any species being able to change at will like the weres so effortlessly did. No, it was more likely, she supposed, that this was the work of one of her kind. Maybe it was a potion or spell, maybe it was some kind of curse, either way, this fell within her domain and the canine, it seemed, was entirely aware of this simple fact. Still, her lips pressed together as she reached down to pick up the rabbit at her feet, placing its carcass within her bag with the full intention of skinning it tonight. She stood up, one hand resting upon her hip as her hourglass figure shifted ever so slightly to the side. Her piercing grey eyes stared ever so intently at the canine as she so studied the creature, attempting to feel it with the affinities she so possessed.

The dog, for all her gaiety, seemed entirely pleased that, for some reason, Serafina was willing to entertain the notion that the greyhound was more than just a nuisance, her bark clearly resonating within the forest. Still, the young witch found her lips pressing together ever so slightly as the dog shook its head at the possibility of being those very afflicted creatures that so shed their skin every at the gentlest of touches of moonlight. Well, if it wasn't a were, it would have to be the latter. Her manicured fingertip gingerly tapped on her lips in thought, her gaze tracing the forest around her as she so considered the books within her basement at her home. Could she undo this? Hm....yes. There might be some resemblance of hope yet. I mean really, what was the worst she could do? "All right critter, go get us a second rabbit and then I'll take you home and see about your condition. I can't very well feed both of us on one carcass can I?" She inquired, briefly gesturing off into the forest surrounding them. She waited long enough till the canine tore off, the witch momentarily returning to her collection of herbs though, this time, it was with a far more intent purpose.

It was only once Serafina had two rabbits in her bag that she left the southern forests behind her, knowing all too well that the greyhound would follow her. She hardly bothered to speak to it on the walk home, knowing well that the creature could hardly respond. After all, she looked crazy enough in public talking to those corporeal beings she saw, she certainly didn't want to add 'animal whisperer' to her list of names to be teased about. Nevertheless, soon enough she led the pair towards her townhome, pausing in front of the door to glance quite pointedly towards the dog at her side. "Wipe your feet on the mat. I don't want muddy paw prints in my house. And....just..ignore anything....ghostly okay? Damn things won't leave me alone." The end of her sentence was little more than a grumble as she opened the front door, stepping into the rooms beyond as she flickered on the lights. Her bag was placed upon the table with little care, the girl instead fishing for a particular book amongst the shelves in her living room. "Let's see....true love...tongue tying...ah, here, transformations." She turned, all too pleased before the young woman approached her kitchen table once again, her affinities so flaring to life as objects around the home slowly began to find their way onto the kitchen table in front of her whilst she busied herself with reading the particulars to this rather specific spell.

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