The silver-haired girl suddenly sprinted uphill through the woods, her movements fluid and purposeful. Without breaking stride, she leaped high into the air, her voice echoing through the trees as she yelled, "Come out, Scratchifer!"
In response, a massive, dark Komondor-like curseling appeared out of thin air. Its long, neatly arranged fur swayed and dragged along the ground as it bounded uphill with effortless grace. The girl landed squarely on its back with an elegance that spoke of practiced ease. Hugging the bull-sized curseling tightly, she laughed, her hands eagerly scratching its dense fur.
The Werefur let out a howl of delight, its tail wagging as it carried its partner uphill. The girl grinned, her silver hair flying wildly in the wind as they ascended together.
