The Shadow on the River. Social ( Daemon and Enola)

Enola watched in awe as Lady Luna grew into a more mature form and effortlessly “disciplined” Daemon. She’d mentioned something about imprinting… Isn’t that something animals do? Enola shook her head and simply sat by, watching the beating. She might have stepped forward to help, but she’d seen what Daemon could do; she didn’t want to guess want Lady Luna was capable of doing. The idea almost sent a chill up her spine.

When the punishment was over, the goddess regressed to her young form and disappeared. Daemon, being the gentleman, apologized for her behavior, a fact that Enola might describe as adorable. “No, Daemon, it’s okay. I understand how masters can be sometimes.” That was not an understatement by any means – she could write an entire book on the poor behavior of the people she had worked for in the past.

Enola stood there silently, feeling somewhat responsible for Daemon’s beating. Finally, she spoke up, “Uh, Daemon, what did Lady Luna mean when she said you were ‘imprinting?’”

Daemon cracked his neck to the right and groaned a little. Just try to freak out okay?" He cracked his neck again to the left  as he looked up to the moon and let out a howl as his body rapidly transformed into that of a dire wolf with silver fur. I imprinted on you so that I could find you if there was ever any form of calamity " Daemon said while slightly scratching his ear with his hind leg Also Imprinting involves contact with a person either a simple touch or a kiss usually does the trick ." He said with a slight blush as he slowly layed down a bit to let her climb onto his back. It's getting kind of late you wanna go find a hotel for the night ? "

Enola winced when she warned not to freak out. What was she about to see?

When Daemon took on a whole new form, Enola’s eyes widened and her pupils shrunk, giving them the appearance of two large moons. She backed away but stopped when she heard him speak, evidence that he was still intelligent in his wolf form.

“…A ‘kiss?’” Enola turned a slight red when she recalled her somewhat unladylike behavior but brushed the feeling of embarrassment off. She couldn’t be much less than thankful; after all, his imprinting would likely come in handy one day.”

He offered her a ride, something she couldn’t pass up. Hargeon Town was way too far and Enola was much too exhausted to travel back. She brushed her uniform off and nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Spade… I mean, Daemon.” Enola was not use to referring to others in such a casual manner. It was a perk she only reserved for a special few. “I could use the rest anyway.” With that, she hopped up on the dire wolf’s back, albeit in an awkward position. Fearful she might fall off, she clenched his fur with her gloved hands.