Kalan looks at me with curiosity and fear, so I sit down and await his next move as he stands in front of me. He looks maybe seventeen years old and his blonde hair and blue eyes really bring out the princely aura from him. He looks like a fairy to me, with his charming looks and long legs. He's taller than my humanoid form, but barely reaches my stomach in this form. He stands in front of me nervously and tentatively reaches out his hand. I slowly move my muzzle down to sniff his hand and he flinches, but continues reaching towards me. I place my snout in his hand and close my eyes. He gasps and tenses up before he slowly starts petting me. I lick his face when he gets close enough and he giggles while wiping off the slobber. His giggle is so childlike, that I nudge his stomach with my nose and start wagging my tail. He does it again and gets his brothers attention, but they just stare in shock as we play. I rub against him and he pets me while I roll onto my back so he can pet my stomach. His laugh is so precious that I can't help but want to spoil him, while at the same time, I worry about his future and how seeing the state of the kingdom could traumatize him. I yawn and look over to see the shock on his brothers faces. I sit up and Kalan looks at them as well.
"What?" he asks as he leans against me. After his brothers remain in shocked silence, "Surprised that I know how to laugh, or that it's not with myself?" he asks and his voice becomes condescending. I tilt my head at them and watch as they stumble over their words to respond. Kalan rolls his eyes and walks past them into the room area, "Whatever, but it's about time we let her change." as his parting remark. His brothers them jump and follow him still appearing shocked.
I shrug and shift back into my humanoid form before walking into one of the other rooms I have hidden along the hallway. This room happens to contain all of the weapons and clothing that I collected from previous hunters, and looking at it now, makes me realize that there was no possible way, I was only here for six years. I sigh, disappointed so far and walk over to the pile of female clothes I made along the wall about twenty feet away from the entrance. It takes a few minutes, but eventually I find clothes that fit. You'd think with how much I have it'd be more than one outfit, but no. The only things I could find that fit, is this corset-like top that laces in the back and shows my stomach, some denim jeans, that I had to rip a hole in for my tail, a red cloak with black lining (which I find amusing, when compared to the fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood), and black ankle boots. I remove the illusionary wall hiding this room and walk to the area the princes are arguing, again.