Lisa was practicing the basic steps of an alchemical healing potion - boil water, stir salt in with the left hand, add a mixture of holy blood and galtite, let cool - and trying to think of a solution to the fishmen and frozen shades' endless argument over who had rights to which parts of the lake when something bumped into her ankle.
She sighed and reached down to dislodge the fleaman/Medusa head/ghost/severely confused bat, and wasn't quite sure what to do when her fingers found long, soft fur instead. She looked down in confusion to see a tiny wolf cub looking back at her, tongue lolling out and tail wagging like a dog. The cub's eyes were bright and intelligent, his fur neat, well-kept...and bright blue. With tan along the paws and belly.
Lisa looked past him to the door, where a truly massive wolf, easily up to the chest of a man, waited. That one's fur was mingled black and blood red, except for the delicate rose pink of his belly and four long socks. As she watched he sat down on his haunches and gazed off into the distance with a clearly affected air of aloof unconcern.
The cub butted her hand and yapped twice. She patted vaguely at his nose, more concerned with her potion now the mystery was solved. It was at a delicate stage and she hadn't quite mastered it yet. The cub responded by grabbing her index finger and gnawing on it with tiny, sharp teeth.
Lisa grabbed her hand away and smacked him on the head. "No, Adrian! No biting!"
The wolf popped out of existence as soon as she hit him, leaving a small human-appearing boy in its place. He barely seemed to notice the reprimand, letting his excited words tumble out of his mouth so they overlapped. "But Mama! You weren't looking! I did it! I turned into a wolf!"
"Yes, I saw and you did a wonderful job, but no biting." Lisa glared at the gigantic wolf with a look meant to convey 'help raise your child'. He gave her a cool, unconcerned look in return, but did growl and come over to bat at the boy's head...to little effect. The wolf shrugged and poked his nose at Lisa's potion instead.
"Be careful, dear, that's meant for the village," Lisa said. Her husband snorted, but left the cooling potion alone. She scratched him behind the ears, because it made his tail wag, and it pleased her to know she was the only human who had ever seen the vampire lord so.
In the meantime their son had not run out of enthusiasm. "And look, I can do a bat too-" Adrian screwed up his face in concentration until his form shifted, wavered, and became a large, black bat with delicate leather wings...and the head of a boy, which grinned at Lisa in triumph.
It would be horrifying if it were not so absurd. Lisa patted him on the head for the effort anyway.