Saxsice tries to help as best she can, wiggling backwards to try and get the shredded dress off. The comment gets a grumbly sound, deep enough to make the air vibrate, like thunder, but she also actually manages to roll her eyes. When you're a nonverbal creature like this a good 30% of the time, you get very good at facial expressions.

Once the dress is removed entirely, she stretches luxuriously, tail wagging around wildly, silvery hairs filling the air. Wolves shed a lot. Then she shakes all over, before plopping down onto the ground with one of those weary, canine sighs, like she's had a long day at the office.

After a breath, she nudges Kyle's hand, impatiently. Petting is allowed, it isn't undignified, she knows she's gorgeous and fluffy.