Wolfchild

It is so adorably undignified how Allie shimmies out of his pants, his hips moving in an unintentionally provocative manner as he tries to ease out of them, almost stumbling a little as he finally comes free, and finally, now just in his shirt and long johns, he heaves a small, terse breath of satisfaction, before his vivid green eyes focus back on Winona - studying her. Knowing just how powerful and competent the wizard is makes his awkward, stumbly little movements in between these shows of prowess all the more toothachingly sweet to Winona, who smiles at him with great fondness as their eyes meet. Allie finally seems to properly untense at this, and lets out an actual sigh that makes his round, soft gut rise and fall in sync with his chest, and his shoulders finally sink into something closer to comfort.