Altar of Twilight I am bouncing off these walls

"Mhm, quite," Alya agreed, eyes sparkling with silent laughter as she observed the fruits of her labor. Hours and hours of practice had gone into these methods, and the girl was delighted to find that they worked even better on boys than they did on her sisters. "There are three of us," she added. "And we all look exactly the same. Perhaps you'd like to meet them, one day. We love making friends."

Alya inched closer, so that their shoulders pressed together, and their fur mingled from flank to collar. "Especially ones as handsome as you. My father is a white wolf, you know," she said in a sultry voice, not realizing that the last addition to her machinations was a bit odd to other wolves. Alya, of course, assumed that it was common for daughters to be attracted to men that reminded them of their fathers. And, perhaps it was - but most did not bring it up to possible suitors.