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She's able to transform into a larger, adult wolf.
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" See Colonel. Looks like she's taking to you!" Kimblee laughs as the wolf pup pounces Colonel Archer's face licking it. 'Why the hell am I doing this again, well at least they're pretty good looking,' she thought to herself as she continues to lick his face.
"Now hold on," he retorted holding her out within his hands, "I didn't discuss the arrangements than." With a huff she growled.

"sniff sniff" Now Avarice smelled another scent. 'No, not another man. Not while I'm in this form!' The face of the man of whom was holding her quickly shifted to a scowl. "Colonel Mustang," he hissed within clenched teeth, trying to keep composier. She figured she should try her best to at least seem like she wanted to belong to this pair of men, so she managed to squirm out of the man's grip and landed on her paws in a fighting stance towards this Mustang character.
"So this is your new little guard dog, ha Archer?" She growled increasingly loud. Begining as a cutesy pup growl into an adult growl. Her form swiftly evolved into a mature adult wolf form. She could see all of their eyes widen. In her own pause she looked at herself seeing she was higher off the ground and her paws had grown as large as a humanoid hand and her demonic fangs were back to the same length as if she were in shield form.
Avarice bounded happily towards her savior, the Crimson Alchemist, laying her paws on his shoulders practicly forcing him backwards on his back and not allowing him to move as she licked his whole face, 'Can you believe this,' she wanted to shout.
All the the alchemist could do, himself, was to let this very interesting wolf lick his face and laugh like a little kid playing with his-own four-legged friend, while the other two officers just stare in disbelief at the sight!

Description
She's able to transform into a larger, adult wolf.
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" See Colonel. Looks like she's taking to you!" Kimblee laughs as the wolf pup pounces Colonel Archer's face licking it. 'Why the hell am I doing this again, well at least they're pretty good looking,' she thought to herself as she continues to lick his face.
"Now hold on," he retorted holding her out within his hands, "I didn't discuss the arrangements than." With a huff she growled.

"sniff sniff" Now Avarice smelled another scent. 'No, not another man. Not while I'm in this form!' The face of the man of whom was holding her quickly shifted to a scowl. "Colonel Mustang," he hissed within clenched teeth, trying to keep composier. She figured she should try her best to at least seem like she wanted to belong to this pair of men, so she managed to squirm out of the man's grip and landed on her paws in a fighting stance towards this Mustang character.
"So this is your new little guard dog, ha Archer?" She growled increasingly loud. Begining as a cutesy pup growl into an adult growl. Her form swiftly evolved into a mature adult wolf form. She could see all of their eyes widen. In her own pause she looked at herself seeing she was higher off the ground and her paws had grown as large as a humanoid hand and her demonic fangs were back to the same length as if she were in shield form.
Avarice bounded happily towards her savior, the Crimson Alchemist, laying her paws on his shoulders practicly forcing him backwards on his back and not allowing him to move as she licked his whole face, 'Can you believe this,' she wanted to shout.
All the the alchemist could do, himself, was to let this very interesting wolf lick his face and laugh like a little kid playing with his-own four-legged friend, while the other two officers just stare in disbelief at the sight!