Canon (Alyce Rowe; wolf)

On the other side of that leather brown door was a black wolf. She had a gym bag with her and was dressed in a very casual black windbreaker with white seams, matching sweat pants, and a bright smile. "Hello, I'm Alyce Rowe. I've been sent by your company as a sort of live-in nurse. I'm double-majored in physical and mental therapy. Trust me, not an easy thing to do as a single parent."

This wolf was about my height and pretty close to my weight by the looks of her, although, that windbreaker hid a lot. Her breasts were actually smaller than mine, about a large A-cup. Her eyes were a cold green, like wet moss on the bark of a tree deep in a rainforest. "I don't doubt. But, would that mean you'd be bringing your kid here to live with me, as well?"

"Nah. That's what I mean, by 'sort of live-in.' Olivia bought the house across the street for me to live in. So, I will visit you whilst Tally is at school. Mind if I come in?" she asked.

I shook my head a little relieved that I wouldn't also have to babysit. Stepping aside, Alyce stepped through the door and extended a hand as she looked around. Taking her hand I was a bit surprised at how rough her hand was. I immediately question her claims of training and as she let go of my hand, I went to the kitchen to dial my boss.

Alyce whistled at all the boxes. "Looks like we can start by helping you move in finally."

I smiled at her as Olivia picked up. "Hey, Miss Raund. It's Katey...I'm fine, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. How are you?" I waited for her to respond. "Good. So, I have an Alyce Rowe here saying..." She was very happy her newest investment had arrived. She would be assisting me in whatever I needed for an entire month to start. If I needed more time, I just had to let Alyce and Olivia know. "Alright. I'll let you go. Thanks for confirming."

"Sorry, I don't have a business card with me. I'm not really in the business of offering my services to just anyone." Now that she was in my house, I could make out that her fur was actually a very dark gray.

"It's fine. Umm...why are your hands so rough?" I asked.

"Ah. Yeah. While my formal training is in psychology, I was raising my daughter for most of college and when I got out, I couldn't really do what I am now, so for the past few years, I've been doing busy work. Most of that entailed welding. My mother's a prosthetics engineer and all of us kids learned how to weld by the time we were in high school. So, yeah. If you need something welded, I can also do that," Alyce explained leaning against the bar.

I thought about that for a moment. "So, can you cook, too?"

A smirk slid across her lips and she shrugged. "I heard I make a mean Mac & Cheese. I've been cooking for a Kindergartener most of the time. And both my parents were military types. I can't make you anything fancy, but I don't think I'm that bad."

I rolled my eyes at the Mac & Cheese commit and smiled myself. "Well, Alyce. I suppose we can start with unpacking. When do you have to pick up your daughter?"

"You have me for about...five hours," she replied as she checked her watch.