Four years. So she’d been a wolf for eight, and with humans probably about the same. Maybe a little more. That was an interesting balance, and Harley was curious about the effect it had on the kid. Not that she had a control group, or anything. Wasn’t like she could throw a bunch of babies to the wolves and see how they turned out.
Well not right at the moment anyway. First she’d have to get some wolves, and then steal some babies, and she’d need a place to run the experiment. She really ought to bring it up with Mr. J. There was room at the asylum, right? Maybe she could do that. Later.
“Princess, huh?” Of course. Because that made perfect sense.
Then the girl asked about her babies, and Harley brightened. “Bud and Lou? Oh,” she waved a hand, the one without the glove. “Mr. J had them when I moved in with him, but y’know, I take care of ‘em and I love ‘em, so now they’re mine.”
She reached back to give Bud a scritch so he wouldn’t feel left out. “Like I said, they have a matriarchal… oh yeah, big word. Uh. For spotted hyenas, the leader is always a girl. So I just figure they’re responding to a feminine touch. I think they’re happier that way. But I been away for a while, so they’re just makin’ up for lost time right now.”