Beside Sierra, a form shifts under the covers as the bed's other occupant begins to wake up. However, this is not Cifero, but his otherworldly counterpart Daisy, who replaces him every once in a while. Sitting up, the celestial wolf scratched the back of her head, tousling her short pink hair a little. "Morning, Sierra," she murmured, sitting where she was as the daze of waking up wore off. To any casual observer, Daisy would seem like a somewhat normal wolf, perhaps even an attractive one. But she was far from normal herself.