"Nnnngh." Juliet, a mass of auburn hair, rolled over again and again in her sleep. Whimpers, barely audible, sprang froth from the lump of furs and hair. Either she was having a very bad dream, or....<br/><br/>"Oh my fucking god!" She states, sitting up, with determination and with conviction begins rummaging around in her furs, only to pull out a small, sharp looking rock. With her free hand, she steadies herself, standing, then, from balancing her form, the hand flies to her head, pushing her mass of hair, frizzed and badly messed up, out of her face. Her deep green eyes, glinting with disdain in the pale light filtering in the cave. With a stern step, Juliet, in a pale, practically sheen, pink nightshirt, three sizes too big, as she stomped to the edge of the cave, only to throw the rock into the stream... a tiny, pathetic splash. "Stupid fucking rock... I hate rocks... I hate caves..." She glances over, noticing the others. By this time, many people realized that she was anything but a morning person. With a smile, accompanied with a glare, an odd sight, to say the least, she made her way back to her bag. Rummaging in it, she pulled out deodorant: lilac scented, and a bag, small, velvet, magenta, the color bright, the bag had rarely seen light. She wiped on the deodorant a couple times, and shoved it back in her back.<br/><br/>She made her way from the cave, glancing at Aidan, who was de-griming a bear pelt. Juliet shuddered, she couldn't do that kind of work, it made her gag. "I have to use the restroom, I'll be right over here," she pointed at a big tree, "sneak a peek, I will end you." She spoke the threat halfheartedly, it was joke, obviously, with serious intonations. She moved behind the tree, pushing her hair further out of her face, behind her ears. She opened the velvet pouch... It had been three weeks since her last, and she would likely start to smell, people would get suspicious. She sighed, it was so much easier when she wasn't surrounded by werewolves, but her scent changed too drastically for her to not be cautious. She kept her ears open, they twitched at every movement, her nerves on edge, she hated this, she had no privacy. Adrenaline pushed itself in her veins, her hands shook.