Outfit
Yeah, so, Katya wasn’t really worried? Why would she be? Natalie had gone to a pack meeting, texted her that she wasn’t going to be back for a while, and Katya just interpreted that as socialising? She wasn’t really into micro-managing the lives of her friends, sorry.
It was a Monday, and she had work tomorrow, so she’d ducked out to sleep at her normal 11AM. Except she’d also fallen asleep watching TV.
When the front door opened, keys jingling, she opened her eyes against the light of the living room. Netflix had reverted back to its home screen. The TV was new but it buzzed static to the wolf’s ears anyway.
”Shit. I’m here,” she groaned her cramped greeting. One leg had been thrown over the top of the couch and it was totally. Super. Dead. And tingling. But more importantly was Natalie doing a walk of shame?
Katya rolled her head and peered at her, still blinded as her eyes accustomed.
”Ooh-la-la,” Katya managed half-heartedly, bringing the leg down to massage it.