We ended up letting our wolves take over and run back to the packhouse. We used the back entrance and shifted back to our humans. I passed a mirror and stopped, looking at myself and laughed. I looked rough, almost like a Rouge. Sticks and leaves were in my nearly matted hair. Dirt was caked into parts of my skin and under my nails. Those few short days done a number on me. I was looking forward to a long hot shower.
I walked into our room and into the bathroom. The water didn't take long to heat up and I hopped in. I took my time cleaning myself. I washed my entire body three times and ran shampoo through my hair four times. Twice was probably enough but oh well.
I got out and got myself dressed in black leggings and a soft blue t-shirt. I brushed my hair and dried it and threw it up
