AN: If you enjoy this, thank Pinkpony4. She's the one who suggested the image of Sarid being a big, fluffy baby as a werewolf. I have fully embraced that. There is no going back, only forward now.

"I just want to keep improving my memory when this happens." Sarid told Asher, who sat by.

They stood on a hill near the castle, giant tree at the top. Sarid wore specialized clothing, similar to her ninja clothes, though with silver designs on the edges. Her head was bare, a celestial shell around her neck. Asher sat under the tree, nodding at what she had said. Beside him was small fire bowl, a fire flickering in it with a teapot above it, steam wafting out of the spout. The tea in it would help him stay awake.

"It's definitely improved." He said. "You remember more clearly, and more of what happens when you're transformed…Though, Mr. Merlyn won't be able to join us tonight."

"I know." Sarid told him. "But, the full moon doesn't last long in the lunar cycle."

"True." Asher nodded.

She looked over at where the sun was setting. The last ruddy rays were fading, overpowered by the silver moon rays peaking over the opposite side.

"Almost time." She said. Asher nodded.

"I'll be here." He told her. She nodded, and the ruddy rays faded finally, and the moonlight rushed over the horizon.

The celestial shell began to glow a bright silver, and Sarid began the transformation. The clothes she wore would technically "meld" into her form, and would be there completely intact when she returned to normal. As is, the fur grew through the fabric, her back hunching and ears moving to the top of her head, getting pointed and furry. Her hands strained, pads appearing on her palm and palmar side of her fingers. Her nails turned to claws, her nose and mouth turning to a snout.

She had told him the transformation wasn't painful, which still surprised him as he always winced just at the sight of her legs changing to be more wolf-like. There was a snarl, and Sarid reared her head back, letting loose a roar that turned to a howl.

It was done, Sarid covered by fur that looked silver in the moonlight.

She lowered her head back looking at him intently. He recalled the first few times this had happened, Merlyn had said that it took time for there to be an internal balance. During those times, Sarid had pounced right on him, pinned him, and licked his face. Asher was forbidden from being there after that, as nothing else much happened. The next time he was startled when Sarid broke down the door to the study, full werewolf form having sniffed him out, and jumped up onto him. Granted, it had been sweet in a weird way. But she was heavy as a werewolf, and at the time he had been more concerned about being able to breathe.

In the present, she yawned, walked over to him and laid down, resting her head on his leg. He rested his hand on her head, and just pet her. This took getting used to, as she was still human. But as a werewolf she enjoyed it.

They sat there a bit, when Sarid shifted her head. She suddenly jumped up and darted down the hill, jumping and snapping her teeth.

"Sarid?" Asher asked. She looked back at him, ears perked curiously. He saw a firefly blink down near her, and she suddenly snapped at it.

Oh. He thought. Yeah, dogs are goofs…

He paused.

Dogs are goofs.

An idea came to him. He pushed it back. It popped back up. Seizing it, he held it a moment.

…Actually, that IS a good question…

He stood up, looking around the grass. In books, namely poorly-written "romance" novels that were just horrible clichés and awful plots with unhealthy relationships between flat characters, werewolves were written as being so cursed and haunted at what they were.

Yet here was Sarid, a fluffy goofball.

He found what he was looking for, and picked up a stick.

"Sarid!" He called. She looked back at him, and he held up the stick. Charging at him, she closed the distance between them and and stopped, staring at the stick with full attention, tail standing straight up. He held it up a bit higher, and she leaned back, front legs lowered and back on her hind legs, as if she were going to jump.

He swung his arm and she took off, though his hand still held the stick, now behind his back. She ran a bit before slowing to stop. Her tail slowly lowered, and she looked back at him, the expression on her face being an almost sad "why would you do that".

His laughter escaped, his arm relaxing and showing the stick was still in his hand. Sarid ran at him again, and before he could raise it, she seized it in her teeth. He tried to pull back, but she scrambled backwards.

He fell forward, just able to turn his head to the side to prevent face-planting.

Sarid kept pulling, and he was dragged a moment, until he released the stick and was still.

Ow… He thought, rolling onto his side and sitting up. Sarid trotted up to him and he looked at her, stick still in her mouth. Her tail was wagging softly. After a moment, he just let out a soft laugh, and she dropped the stick, licking his face. "Thanks. And I hope that means we're even."

She moved closer.

"No WAIT-"

She leaned against him, her weight knocking him over. Despite this, she remained still, and he was pinned.

"Okay, you're heavy…" He said, trying to push her off. Her head and chest alone had him pinned – she grew almost two feet as a werewolf, making her taller than him, and gaining the weight such a height brought. His hands were trying to push her off, but she just shifted and curled up, still half on him.

"Okay…" He sighed, accepting his fate.

Time passed, and he just let his mind wander. She moved again, and it was harder to breathe. He racked his mind, and idea coming to him.

"Sarid?" He asked suddenly. Her head popped up, looking at him. "What was that?"

She was more alert.

"What was that?!" He asked, and she was looking around on high alert. "Where it is? What is it?! Go get it!"

She jump up and ran off, Asher taking a deep, gasping breath. A pause, and he exhaled, getting up. Sarid was standing a distance away, looking around. A roll of thunder sounded, far off. He rushed to the tree, putting out the fire in the bowl and picked up the items to the tea.

"Sarid!" He called. She looked back at him. "Let's go!"

He started walking and she trotted over, walking with him. At the base of the hill, her head snapped to the side, staring at the tree line.

"Sar-"

She took off.

"Wait no SARID!" He yelled. She kept running, already through the trees. He looked at the tray he was holding, then ran to the castle, putting the tray in the kitchen and running back outside, lantern in hand. Rain was already pouring down as he dug a kind of whistle from his pocket, carved from wood with a wolf pattern on it. He blew it, barely able to hear anything.

After a moment, he blew into it again. It was too dark to see outside, but he heard pounding, non-human footfall. Sarid entered the lantern light, Asher letting out a sigh of relief.

He looked at her, and he was in disbelief.

Somehow, in the moments they were apart, Sarid was now covered in mud.

"…What did you DO?" He asked, Sarid just staring at him, panting happily. "What am I – I can't…UGH, get in here."

He stepped aside, Sarid trotting into the castle and he pushed the door closed. As he turned to her, she was standing with her feet firmly planted.

"NO WAIT-"

She shook, water and mud flinging from her fur, Asher clamping his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut, able to feel cold water fling onto him. After a second he opened his eyes, Sarid's fur weighed down with water and still covered with mud, which was also now all over the floor.

"SARID, WE JUST HAD THE FLOORS WAXED." He told her. She just stared at him, happily panting. He stared at her a moment, then sighed, hanging his head. "Okay, let's uh…come on, let's go upstairs."

He pocketed the whistle, Sarid running along, leaving muddied paw prints, drops and splotches as she went. A mental note was made to apologize, help and give an extra to the servants concerning the mess that was left to clean. Getting to the door to their chambers, he pushed the door open and Sarid darted inside.

"SARID!" He said, she stopping and looking back at him. "Come on."

He clicked the lights on and his lantern off, setting it on the side table near the door. She followed as he went to the bathroom archway, clicking on the bathroom lights. He took off his light coat and hung it up, then went to the tub and turned on the water. The warmed as he got several of the large towels, then looked back at Sarid, who was staring with her tail slightly tucked.

"…Sarid. Come here." He said. She lowered her head, looking at the archway and no doubt contemplating how to escape. "Sarid."

She walked over to him. He sighed, grabbing the scruff of her neck and pulling her toward the tub, but she refused to move.

"SARID." He said. She stepped up and into the tub, the mud already running off her fur. He was thankful Sarid had made the tub so big and deep.

Water was washed over her, which she made very clear she did not appreciate by high-pitched howls, whines and screeches. He wondered if he should have gotten earplugs for a moment. When the water running off of her was clear, he shut off the water and tried to hold her still to let the water run out of her fur. She had had enough, however, and jumped out. Before he could grab a towel to shield himself, she shook again, water flying everywhere.

Under her now, were several small puddles from the water streaming out of her fur. He huffed, got a towel and began trying to dry her. Instead, she reached around and grabbed the towel in her teeth and pulled at it.

"Sarid." He said. She released it and he kept on drying her fur. It was a thick fur, and the water had gone down to the undercoat. It took several of the large towels to get her fur from dripping to damp. His arms were sore from it, but he had done it. And he hoped to never do it again.

The towels were put up to dry, and Sarid trotted after him as they left the bathroom. She went and laid down before the fire, rolling over on her back so her stomach faced the fire.

A smile spread across his face.

A big, fluffy goofball that could outright annihilate countries in a day if properly motivated.

He laugh a bit, going to their closet. Inside, he changed out of his now soaked and dirtied clothes, putting them on a valet stand, and put on his pajamas. As he tied his robe, he suddenly heard a low, demonic growl. He sighed, looking at Sarid, who was staring into the closet with intense, alert eyes.

"Saird…what are you growling at?"

She barked, it being a deep, booming sound. He looked back to see what she was looking at, though there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"…Okay…" He said, turning back to the valet stand. He picked it up and carried it out to sit near the fire to help his clothes dry. Sarid barked again, he able to hear her claws clicking against the stone floor as her feet moved. Looking back, her fur was standing on end, snarl on her snout and teeth bared.

Going back over, he wondered if there was something she smelled. She stayed outside the door, and he looked through it.

"…SARID." He said. "That's YOU."

She stared at her reflection in the closet's full-length mirror, still growling then barking several times.

"SARID." He said. "That's you – there is NOT ANOTHER DO- well…WEREWOLF in there – SARID, STOP BARKING YOU'RE GOING TO DISTURB THE SERVANTS."

He reached into the closet and clicked off the light, then pulled the door closed, Sarid scrambling back away from it when it got close. He stared down at her a moment, and she looked up at him, then happily panted, tongue lolled out the side.

"…Dang it." He sighed, reaching out and taking her head. He squished her face, her eyes closing due to it, though she kept happily panting. She just looked so silly he laughed. Sarid got excited and he let go of her head, she licking his face. He ruffled her ears, then rolled his shoulders – they would absolutely be sore tomorrow.

He turned, and Sarid ran past him, jumped up on their bed, circled, and lay down. After a moment, he turned the bedroom light off, and got in bed, robe hanging by the bed. Sarid moved so just her head rested on him, and he laid an arm on her.

She was soft, warm and clean, he was comfy, tired and quickly fell asleep.

When he woke the next morning, sunlight was pushing through the curtains, lighting the room enough he could see Sarid was human again in the special robes, curled up against him. He smiled, moving his hand to her head. She stirred some, adjusting her head on him.

They were still, enjoying the moment.

"WAIT A MINUTE!" Sarid yelled, her head shooting up.

"Sarid?" He asked. She looked at him eyes wide with anger.

"…Is this because I thre-"

"YES, BECAUSE YOU THREW THE STICK BUT HAD IT BEHIND YOUR BACK!"

"…Can I get a head start?"

"NO."

"Then I'll fight." He said. She jumped on him, and he just got him arms around her as he sat up, kissing her.

"Don't – no – YOU CAN'T JUS – JUST KISS YOUR WAY-"

"I dunno, it's worked before." He said, still kissing her. She grabbed his shoulders and pinned him.

"If that's the pardon you want to try and use, we need to have a discussion."

"…Oh…" He said, gripping the sheets. "When?"

She smiled, a devious look. Her head lowered, and he stared at her, able to feel her breaths ghost over his skin.

A moment passed of staring, and she suddenly sat up, rolling off of him.

"That will be determined later, I have things to do." She told him.

"Mean."

"SO WAS THE STICK."

"…" He flopped back, sighing. "That's fair."

"You trick me, I trick you." She told him smugly.

"I didn't stay mad at you when you barked at the mirror."

"Well I – wait, WAIT WHAT?!"

AN: Done. The whole stick thing was taken from a tumblr post screenshot I saw – written by a user named silver-tongues-blog at the time. I now want werewolves being goofs. You know, like how well-cared for dogs are. And some wild wolves. Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed. Have a good day and stay safe!