Open to all :3 time is around morning.
The wolfdog completed her shift and stood, a toothpick among the tall pines that were constantly pressing in. Far above, some sort of bird called out; there was no answer but silence. She shivered with delight, enjoying the serene quiet that the trees provided. Everything outside of these woods was loud and sharp and quick, but inside it was as if time had stopped, the animals moving slowly and for forever. Bindu loved it, though she'd only been here for a day or so. The watchful forest enveloped her and made her feel cozy and safe.
Normally, she was too uncomfortable to shift into optime form, but the forest made shifting okay. Her emotional distress was gathered up and put in a box, and there it was easily forgotten in a dusty corner of her mind. The teen took a few steps and was, for once, glad that she had shifted. Her head could be turned up to the sky more easily, for her dark red eyes to observe the deep emerald canopy spread out above. The only real discomfort that Bindu felt now was that it was cold, and that her fur didn't retain much warmth in this form. She ignored it and started to walk.
A few minutes into her leisurely stroll, the young woman came upon a tiny shack, which rose from the ground naturally, as if it had grown up with the trees. The roof of the shack was coated with snow, but was protected by the trees around it so that there was only an inch at the most. She stared at it for a minute, dark eyes burning. Eventually curiosity beat out caution, and the teen walked towards the house, intending to go inside.
Her small, white fingers pushed at the door gently and it swung inwards painfully, the hinges screeching and pouring down rust. The girl stuck her head into the doorway and inhaled deeply; by the smell of it, no wolf had been in here for months and months. She took another breath to calm her nerves and took a step inside.
There was barely enough light to see by, as there were no windows. Bindu stepped back outside, looked around, and grabbed a big, fist-sized rock, which she used to prop open the door. With a little more light in the shack, it was easier to see- not that there was much to see. A few broken fishing poles sat propped in a corner, along with a rusty axe that looked as if it might break apart at the slightest touch. There was a modest dresser along the far wall, next to a wooden bed frame that hugged the ground, no mattress to be seen. The floor was also made of wood, and Bindu's claws sunk into it as she walked around the room.
Very quietly, she opened one of the drawers of the dresser and peered inside. There was a pile of cloth within it, the colors dulled by time and neglect. She picked up some of the fragile cloth and found it to be clothes, like some Luperci wore. She was holding up a ... what was it called? A sharp ... shart. Sharrrt? Shirrt- shirt. There were tubes for arms and a big opening for a head, as well as smaller holes where the fabric had worn out. The young woman puzzled over the clothes, a little smile on her face and a low hum in her throat. This was kind of fun.
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