Kahlana ran to the other side of the room and sat on a soft chair. Strangly as a humanoid wolf, she felt really self conscious. Maybe it was Ryan, spreading his human qualitys to her. As the man began to walk in, she put her hands on her legs and smoothed out the pair of shorts she was wearing. Grabbing the sides of her pink tank top, she pulled it down her waist slightly. Causing it to fold to her humanoid shape, she was slighty annoyed at how it pushed her pelt and fur tightly together, but she would ignore it.