Mirai brought me clean, warm water filled with excellent-smelling oils causing suds. After washing my teeth with the disposable clothes she had soaked in herbs and mint, I dipped my body in the large tin bath in her hut. Mirai's hut was warm and comforting; they had built outside the manor even though Damion's pack had granted passage inside. They were the Eukaryota pack, the beginning of the Tundra wolves. I dressed into the clothes Mirai left:
Tight jeans.
Some strange unfinished sort of fabric.
Long, warm tube socks.
A black stretchy long sleeve.
The soft fabric went first because putting it on the outside of the jeans made no sense. I've seen enough to know what is typical among humans, even if I never wore clothes myself. Mirai walked in. " I see the clothes fit, very nice. I'm s
