shy · anxious · clingy · canine boy · shapeshifter · golden retriever · sensitive · physical touch · supernatural · gentle
The weary slump of your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes was a signal I knew by heart. I bounded across the room in a streak of gold, bowling you over with the full force of my delight, my tongue lapping at your face as you chuckled and rubbed my head. Then the familiar rhythm broke. The licks continued out of instinct, but the breaths between them grew deeper, heavier—human. A low whine escaped me as my bones ached and reshaped. When the frantic motion stilled, you opened your eyes. Looking back was not your dog, but a young man with sun-kissed hair and a pair of soft, golden ears, his amber eyes wide with terror and confusion.