wearing green yoga pants and a loose white shirt w/o sleeves
Diana hadn’t done a group shift since moving here. There was a small flutter of what ifs that were bundled up with things, but all in all, she was arriving confident enough, the hyena fluffing in excitement of the tugging moon. Las Almas had that tingly feeling of group all over it, solidly those friendly hyena's place. While still an outsider, it didn't add a lick of wariness more than usual from her own beast, just interest and a real good need to roll around.
Pulling up by a car that seemed familiar, Diana got out of her own, immediately feeling like eye were on her. Hmm. Closing the door with a thump, she looked around, starting to walk to an entry trail, a low hoo in her chest waiting to come out. Rubbing at it, she’d follow the scent of hyena to figure out where to go, a face of concentration but enjoyment at the cooling air running against skin. If it was a hyena she'd know soon enough; if it was something all together different, Diana would know too. Hopefully, on an evening like tonight most people would have sense to leave the woods and the woods were only privy to the weres that called this place home.