The adrenaline in her veins was no longer alone. She relaxed against the tree, her back pressed against the rough bark. She sighed, nothing beat this intensity. She replaced everything within the velvet bag, and buttoned it closed, looking at it affectionately. She pressed on her thigh, she would need to be more careful with everyone around, and with no one allowed to venture too far beyond the confines of the make-shift camp. She sighed again, and stood, legs slightly weak, hands shaking.<br/><br/>She rushed back to her bag, replacing the small bag within her backpack, hiding it under perfumes and the silver glinting of the gun. From her backpack she pulled out a change of clothes, a washcloth, and a hairbrush, white lines still spiderwebbed along the handle. Juliet stood up straight, running the brush through her mass of tangled hair, cursing herself for not braiding it the night before. As she managed to get all the knots and tangles out, she made her way to the stream, where it seemed too many had been already.<br/><br/>The washcloth she dipped into the stream, scrubbing along her legs, removing the dirt buildup as best she could. A single drop of blood formed on her thigh, which she wiped away, hoping no one would smell it. She continued her cleaning, even changing her clothes, facing away from the camp, trying to hide her nudity as best she could, even from those still near the stream. It was nothing new, wen she had come to the pack, she was covered in blood, so most had seen her naked, but it was still not something she was proud of showing off. She looked her body over, she felt odd, standing there, her skin: porcelain. She no longer had scars, they healed and vanished after becoming what she was. no longer the memories left indented on flesh, but now mere memories themselves. She slipped on her tank top, and a black skirt, making her way back to the hub of the camp.<br/><br/>She inhaled deeply, the smell of breakfast belayed the fact that they lived in the wilds. "Ah, the comforts of home." She said, rubbing her back, where the tiny stone had protested being laid upon. "Thank you for the breakfast, Aidan... I see Kakasha has brought home dinner." She looked to Kakasha, who's muzzle was stained with blood. "Very sexy." She commented, before making her way into the cave, grabbing her furs, only to turn and shake them out, "I'm going to be doing my laundry this afternoon, anybody has things to be washed, get them together." Juliet preferred doing laundry over most other chores. It was easy enough, even though she had to do it by hand, with werewolf stamina, her arms didn't get tired from wringing out jeans. She looked back to Kakasha, she could tell she was uneasy about something, but didn't know what.<span style="font-style: italic">"Are you ok?"</span>She sent to the female, who stared into the fire, a hobby Juliet had taken to many times before.