Sasha was nervous as well when she was placed in the playroom with only herself and a werewolf boy from their clan. She tilted her head softly and looked about in confusion. She was told by her father that she was going to meet others so she could make friends, but how could she make friends with just a werewolf boy? She twitled her thumbs softly as she snuck a peak at him, her blood red eyes staring at him for just a moment, when their eyes met, she lowered her head and made her way to the corner of the room. Sasha was by all means, never a shy little girl, she was outgoing and fun. But something about this one particular werewolf boy made her incredibly nervous. Not in a bad way, but in a gitty school girl type way.