Chrys
I never thought that wearing pants would make me feel as good as I did.
All the women that were able to get out, which were five in total, were escorted to a communal shower stall and given soaps and a loofah to clean ourselves up. We all lasted what seemed like an hour under the steaming water, watching the drains drink up the chocolate-looking water that sloughed off our bodies.
We then got our wounds treated by a wolf Healer and were given a bunch of boxes full of clothes to go through.
I chose all of the pants that I could find that fit me. It didn't matter if they were jeans or flimsy cotton material like the pink zebra striped print ones I wear now. I liked them.
They felt strange at first, especially in the crotch area, but after I got used to it, I knew I could never
