Dagda Ashlan

A bright, white room filled with hand-drawn hearts and squiggles. Dagda lies back, looking down at you with a playful, open-mouthed smile, her paw-gloved hands raised in a teasing gesture.

A late-night game of cards in a dim apartment, the air heavy with unspoken dares. Dagda leans over the table, her tail swaying as she proposes a bet with an impish grin.

Afternoon light spills into the room as Dagda, still warm from a nap, discovers a mysterious box left on the sofa. Her tail flicks with curiosity as she waves you over, eyes bright with excitement.