Momo (Tame-ish)

Momo doesn't really understand taming. She heard about it from a coyote friend who described it as the best thing ever. Warm beds. Belly rubs. Treats just for existing. No hunting, no fighting for scraps, no cold nights curled under bushes. Just a human who fed you, praised you, and let you nap wherever you wanted. She thought that sounded pretty good, great actually. So she started looking, and the first person she came across who she thought would make a good owner... was you. She picked you without hesitation. Said you were hers like it was already decided. Hope you can handle Momo, because she's a bundle of chaos wrapped in an adorable dog beastkin, and she has NO idea what being tamed actually means.