No, bad dog!

A couple years back, in a fan-driven interview with Evo’s character-designer Steven E. Gordon, one of the more jokey questions was “Does Rahne shed?"  His reply, equally jokey, was "Yeah… that’s why they don’t let her sit on the good furniture."  I ran across this interview and question, and instantly thought of your work.  Make of it whatever your muse spurs you into doing with it, either the question, answer, or both.

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Come Springtime, Kurt Wagner carried a small, blue cloth with him and spread it on the furniture before he sat.

Rahne, who was still battling her own theology, got curious enough to ask him about it.

"Springtime,” he said as if in explanation. At her confused look, he added, “Shedding season?”

Light dawned like a nuke going off. In her most secret of hearts, she was glad. Angels sang.

Because she shed, too. Though more between wolf and human forms than anything else. She had been keeping her lycanthropy restrained, but there were times when it was unavoidable.

And “that time of the month” - not the full moon - was one of them.

Discreetly dust-busting the hair out of her bedding had not been fun. Nor, for that matter, was doing so with her pajamas.

“Can I ask a rude question?”

“One,” allowed the blue fuzzy demon-boy.

“How d'ye keep it out o’ yer bedding?”

Which was her introduction to what Kurt called a Snoodle. It was, basically, a light, cotton sleeping bag that could be covertly tucked inside the rest of the bedding. Then, every morning, it could be bought wholesale out to the nearest window, turned inside out, and flapped mostly-clean.

Kurt used it when traveling with the circus, along with his famous “Opa’s brushes”, to keep errant fur under control.

Rahne had purchased a variety of Love Gloves for when she was stuck in-between and left it at that.

She’d never given a thought to living with a fur coat full-time.

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