Perhaps we seek the wolf who easily could, but refuses to, rip our throat out. Pure safety has no fire. Our power reclaimed by enchanting the wolf to be gentle with only us.
A child enchanted by the darkness of clinging to and cowering from a half-magic, half-monster parent cannot find peace in safety or in chaos. They forever wander the earth in search of something to shatter the curse.
You must approach clothes like perfume. They may theoretically appeal but if they don’t intertwingle with your natural essence and aura you’ll just look like a paper doll in an outfit