Full moons were the absolute worst time of the month. The cages were also one of the worst things in the world. She didn't enjoy the waiting part, especially. Once the full moon rose and she transformed, she would barely remember the night. But the sitting, trapped in a cage was not ideal. In fact, she put off going into her cage as long as possible every full moon. Tonight was not particularly different, though it would be her first full moon in this place. Not that it made a difference. Some of the other wolves tended to show up in their underwear or as little clothing as possible. While Weston didn't have specific nakedness issues like some members of the pack did, she still wasn't 100% comfortable with her "new" body. So she wore ratty things she didn't mind destroying in the event she started transforming before she could take them off.
Stepping into the area where the cages were and where everyone else had gathered, Weston immediately started scanning the area for her sister. They always had cages that were right next to each other, within arm's reach even. Even if Weston wasn't ever in control of herself when she transformed, she'd never harmed her sister. And it went both ways. She couldn't stand being away from Zelie and it made her transformations worse the further away she was. Of course, that wasn't something she could prove, but she felt that was the case. Coming up to the table, she took one of the blankets off of it and then listened as Jason said something. She clutched the blanket to her chest and didn't laugh at what was said. She didn't think it was funny. She looked around for Zelie again.