"Rosetta Wolf hugs the image of the robe against her chest, eyes half-lidded in comfort just imagining it. “This hooded plush robe… black and burgundy… soft fleece… warm… it’s basically made for me. I’d melt right into it.” Her tail sways lazily. “Large to X-Large—perfect for wrapping myself up like a cozy little wolf. You know I’d live in this.”"