Looking at a wall of mirrors toward the back of the room, Gwen saw herself.
She was still in her eleven feet tall animal self. She stood upright because the door and the entryway hall had been tall enough for her to do so.
Her pale green eyes and blonde fur were covered in men's blood. She needed to bathe. Taking her left clawed hand, she touched her right forearm, and watched herself turn human once again. The angled features of the wolf softened into a rounded pretty female face, her shoulders shrank, her breast folded out of her muscles. Her legs shrank, as did her feet.
Becoming herself, she turned to the person who came up to her as she entered the area. “I am taking you to get cleaned up.” The person explained, so Gwen followed.
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