Divale stepped into the tent, feeling a little self-conscious to be in a room filled with more than a dozen of werewolves.
She had shredded off the large coat which made her like stand out like a grizzly near in their midst tonight so it was practically the first time she was dressed only in the skirt and shirt which the females wore.
Although her skirt reached above her knees and her shirt had a short sleeves, she still felt a little embarrassed to be dressed like this in front of so many Weres.
She doubted she even looked good in such outfits as she wasn't used to them and to add to the whole disaster, her frizzy locks haven't been combed today and it probably looked nothing less than a knotted ball of yarn.
The tent which had fallen into a hush since her entrance was filled with about twenty or more werewolves all seated on cushions on the floor with a long rectangular table in the centre of the room.
