The wolves milled around, snarling at anyone who came too close. My manager glared at me across the threshold.
"Miss Wolfstar... Pets are not allowed."
I shrugged helplessly, "I'd leave them at home if I could, but my fiancee is... traditional. I'm to be attended by her best guards until the wedding."
"Tell them to stop being dogs. They're setting off allergies."
"If they shift now they'd be naked."
"Tomorrow. Clothing."
"Yes'm."