As soon as Jack sensed someone else’s presence in the area, he wanted to run away and hide, but hearing Elsa start to laugh about his new appearance, he knew it was already too late. “An anon put a spell on me,” Jack said, defeated. “They were bored. I was the target, unfortunately.” And then that itch. That itch happened, just behind his now furry ears, and every part of him just wanted to relieve that itch. And so, almost without shame, he brought his hand to a claw-like position and scratched away. “Boy, that feels good.”