Her tail swished excitedly behind her, the only bit of movement her body displayed as she crept around the front and peeked her head over the window sill, kneeling behind the bushes underneath his living room window.

What met her eyes widened them like dinner plates. Standing there in the living room stood the silver fox, carelessly stripping his clothes off and dumping them on his couch unceremoniously.

He leaned forward, pulling his pants down and shamelessly displayed what appeared to be a thoroughly used white diaper.

Arya crouched down once again and turned her back against the wall, leaning on it and sliding down until she landed on her bottom, her eyes still wide and her mouth slightly ajar.

Of course! She thought excitedly to herself, That’s why it felt like he had mashed potatoes in his pants!