Alyssa inspected herself in the full-length mirror. The dark leather britches, leather corset covering a long-sleeved blouse, the long-coat, tall riding boots, and wrist guards covered all but her face and neck. It seemed indecent as it hugged her curves, revealing as much as it hid.
Eagene wore a similar outfit and laughed at her discomfort as she left to fetch their weapons from her brother’s gear. The hunt was a tradition in El Faeryn, one the werewolves shared. Elven women often accompanied the men—some for company, some for their healing skills, and others for their ability to hunt.
Alyssa always wore men’s clothes on the hunt. A dress in the woods with its sometimes dense undergrowth and dangerous animals would be foolish, but her baggy clothes never made her look like this.
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