"Dorothy scratched her head and said.
Hmm, after escaping from Aunt Elizabeth just now, she wanted to undo Fenrir's Dog Transformation Spell, but ended up playing a game of wits and bravery with Artie all the way. Plus, Miss Dog-Witch seemed quite happy running on four legs, her little tail wagging non-stop, she didn't make a sound.
She thought she might have accidentally triggered some strange switch on Miss Fenrir.
Fenrir: "....."
Indeed, she felt quite happy along the way, but not because she turned into a dog, just happy at the possibility of having this strong yet fair woman as a companion.
Darn it, but she couldn't possibly say that out loud, given that she didn't possess Mr. Hero's eloquence and charm, unable to persuade this somewhat terrifying individual.
Then, Dorothy snapped her fingers, and the large dog on the ground, reminiscent of a Red Wolf, shed its fur and stood up, transforming into the tall, fit dog-witch Fenrir.
