Bayard finally gets the message and sits back, panting. He’s still interested in playing, but if Master says to calm down, he’ll make the effort.
Victor pets the puppy for a bit more, then looks her over. (Definitely a her too, he can see that.) “Well, you’re an unusual one,” he says, frowning at the star. “I’ve never seen a pattern like that so perfectly formed on fur… or those stripes.” A weird thought pops into his head — he’s been turned into a cat before… “Are you a person? Were these your clothes?” Give him just a moment more, Alia, and he’ll get it.
Alia nodded, licking his cheek a few times, as though rewarding him for the right guess. She balanced in his hands for a moment, crossing her paws in front of her, face cats down, eyes looking up at him shyly. Come on, now, Victor. That has to scream Alia; She looks like it’s her the first time she met you. Except in, well, puppy form.