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The werewolf growled ominously, bearing his fangs and flattening his ears against his head. He was wearing the tatters of Jotaro's signature coat, and he bore the man's forehead-to jawline scar over his right eye, but they couldn't be too sure. Kakyoin and Jolyne readied their Stands just in case. They knew if Jotaro was dangerous and needed to be put down, he'd trust his daughter and best friend to be the ones to do it.
Marina knelt down, trying to reason with him like both a scientific specimen and her former husband. Her friend. The man-shaped wolf backed into the corner, whimpering slightly. Kakyoin tried not to notice the muscles in the wolf's remaining eye trembling, trying not to cry. Marina inched closer, and Jotaro lunged at her with all his strength. Jolyne and Kakyoin both rushed forward, a sickening feeling at the thought of what they were about to do--
"Oooh, stop that! You know how much it tickles!"
Jolyne and her uncle exchanged a relieved glance. Even in this savage form, Jotaro would never hurt the three of them. He wagged his tail happily, wrapping his muscular forelegs (forearms?) around her as he licked her cheek. God, he'd missed her. Kak and Jol knelt down, delightedly petting Jotaro's ears as he gave them all a sheepish look. As awkward as he'd always be about being touched, it was okay when it was the three of them.