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Wells woke up in the woods this morning all spattered in red, with a nasty metallic aftertaste in his mouth and bits of skin stuck between his teeth. Normally that sort of thing can't ever mean anything good, but there was at least the skull of a fallen deer to make plain exactly what had died the night before. Not to mention the dim and glimmering memory of a silvery-lit woman with bow and arrow, and possibly hounds-
You can never really tell around here.
Anyway, he'd taken his usual precautions of stashing his clothing where it'd be safe, so aside form a brief, intense burst of blood-smell there's very little to give him away as he ducks into the Bar and heads upstairs. About half an hour later he returns, having showered, scrubbed, brushed, and flossed thoroughly. He's fit for civilized company now. At least, insofar as any werewolf can be when he's still got a night's worth of transformation to go.
You can never really tell around here.
Anyway, he'd taken his usual precautions of stashing his clothing where it'd be safe, so aside form a brief, intense burst of blood-smell there's very little to give him away as he ducks into the Bar and heads upstairs. About half an hour later he returns, having showered, scrubbed, brushed, and flossed thoroughly. He's fit for civilized company now. At least, insofar as any werewolf can be when he's still got a night's worth of transformation to go.