[ Howl frowns. Dirty? What is she going to do, rub her face on the ground on the daily?? The wizard's gaze lingers on her for a moment, until he looks to the patch of fur, raises his other hand, and snaps his fingers. In a split moment — if that is even the right way to describe it, as once it happens, it seems as if it had always been that way — the colors on the fur are swapped. The dark speckles are now white speckles, on a dark brown-black background. ]
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And now?