Aurelia closed her eyes--a deliberate effort to try and refuse to be noticed. Unfortunately, her dress was bright red and hardly blended into the background. And now the darling creature was approaching. Her footsteps sent vibrations running through the floor, they were light, but they still irritated her. Oh, go away. Any other species may have interpreted the colour of her clothing as a warning to stay away before she donated them to the first vampire she found. Apparently the common laws of nature were lost on this one, though admittedly that was not the reason she chose this particular dress.
And then there was that smell. Were. Aurelia's tongue traced her bottom lip. The problem with weres was the multitude of scents some of them brought with them. This one, for instance: fur, mud, car fumes, exhaustion... canine. Not a wolf; a dog or a fox or whatever else along those lines that weres had been known to turn into. One eye opened, then the other--both glanced over the girl with a touch of distaste.
"Looking for something?" She sat up, knowing the answer would be a 'yes', but she had never been tremendously accommodating and the pressure marks left on her elbows were clearly more of a concern to her. They itched.