~~Two Months Later~~

"How's she doing?"

"Much better, her speech is improving faster the more she learns, I don't know if it's latent learning or what, but I think she'll be fluent before the year's out."

"That's good to hear."

"You're telling me! I've been feeling bad about her since I started working at that hospital. It's great to see her not only improving but happy! We always assumed she was just low-functioning delusional, we never would have figured out she was actually speaking canine without your, and miss Fluttershy's help."

"What about her habits? Are the therapy treatments helping?"

"As you are aware, it is only 'treatment' if the disorder being addressed interferes with proper functioning. When it was brought to our attention that she was a properly functioning member of The Pack, we stopped the behavioral therapy. Without trying to sound cliché, it really was a matter of just finding her people."

"Well then, that's great to hear. I'm sure she'll be happy to- oof!" Catcher fell as he was tackled by a familiar pony, or rather, wolf.

"Come on Screwy! You promised not to tackle me anymore!"

"No! Promised not to lick!" She said, before licking him straight across the face, "but still lied!"

The doctor merely laughed, "Miss Screw Loose, Mister Catcher, you are permitted to leave for the day once you've checked out at the front desk. Remember next week's appointment has been moved to one-thirty due to-" just as Catcher before him, Screw Loose tackled the lab-coated doctor, giving him a short lick, "You'd think I'd get used to that, or at least start anticipating it..." The doctor bemoaned in a lighthearted manner.

"Just stupid!" Screw Loose barked triumphantly before turning and marching away towards the check-out. Catcher lost no time turning and catching up as the doctor sat, chuckling to himself. When she had first come to the hospital, he had been part of the team that had tried everything to snap the odd mare out of her seemingly nonsensical delusion. Little did he know that all this time later he would be teaching the mare Equish while at the same time learning a good bit about the canine behaviors as well.

And little would he have suspected that would only be the second strangest case he would be working with.

"Doctor Positive Reinforcement?"

Doctor Positive reinforcement, or "Dr. PR" as most referred to him, turned, spotting the individual that took the cake for the strangest task he currently undertook.

"Miss Twilight? Ah, right on time as always! Are you ready to begin? Let me just grab my tools. Why don't you head out and get prepared?"

With a nod, the mare went out, leaving Positive Reinforcement once again to his musings.

Though he had not been a part of it, he had been briefed on how the librarian had been “cured" of her prior “curse”. It was as not as simple as that though, and after a long discussion with the princesses, it was decided that she would be given free discretion to transform back into of her wolf form while in the Everfree with her wolves and would even be permitted to do so in pony-populated areas after such time as a professional (like himself) had helped her acclimate to her new body and the influences that came with it.

With a sigh he grabbed his “tools” from the table, turning towards the door he considered the progress she had made these past two months. She was still a ways from being in full control of herself, a lifetimes worth of factors could not be simulated by any amount of therapy and it was clear still had a ways to go, but any misgivings about violence towards ponies had been quickly addressed and dismissed. Now it was just the more subtle quirks he had to deal with.

Reaching the workout yard, he found the mare already replaced by the towering wolf.

Setting his bag down, he withdrew today’s study tool and watched as the wolf’s ears perked.

“Moderation and self-control are the purpose of today’s exercises,” he said, leaning down to place a dish with the intention to scoop some of his “study materials” into it, “I want you to only eat half of- what?” he questioned when his free, reaching hoof found only air. Raising his head, he found no wolf where he expected, “Where did you-?” turning he found his patient, looking sheepishly back at him with an already empty jar of peanut butter between her paws.

It was going to be a long day...

Author's Notes:

You may notice I didn't address another conspicuous plot point, namely some Screwy-Catcher shipping, but I supposed that would best be addressed in a spin-off one-shot, so expect that (eventually).

In the mean time, check out some other Twi-shenanigans in the next big project I'm undertaking wherein Twilight accidentally ends up Conquering the Griffon Empire.

Thanks for sticking around till the end! It's been a journey, and it's one I fully intend to keep going!