Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!

Miss Snow’s eyes gleam with mischief as waffles makes his choice, her smirk widening at his nervous tail wag. She picks up the cage he selected, inspecting it with a teasing hum. “let’s see what my pup thinks is best,” she purrs, her tone laced with amusement.

Miss Snow pauses, her gaze sharp and playful, before making her final decision. She can either accept waffles’ choice, locking him in the cage he picked, or pick a different cage to remind him who’s really in control: