The lights in the room were low, most of the illumination coming from the Christmas lights tangled around the wolfcat. Ara lay on the bed, presenting her hindquarters to the door, already dripping in anticipation as she clutched a candy cane between her teeth. For once, the wolfcat was free of her plug, wanting to be ready for her Mistress to play with when she got home.

After a while, her anticipation building, ara heard the click of a lock and the door begun to swing open. The wolfcat looked round, a grin on her face, just as Febii's voice called out "I'm home, kitty!"