Re: The Woods: Full Moon > Pack Trailers in the Woods
Ana reached for clothes with the same equanimity as if the lack of them was because of stripping off rather than a graceless shift from one form to the next. The other side of fur and gristle, she was younger. Bare arms and back were swiftly draped in heavy cotton: she was small and slight-framed but she moved with an ease and an exaggeration of gesture that suggested if not stature then greater presence.
She twisted the splay of curls into a knot at the nape of her neck, and looked toward the alpha, sharp-eyed, and joined the circle knotted around the young male. Sharp wrists beneath heavy cotton, forceful but silent with narrowed eyes.