Celeste was in a generally good mood looking over the others.  She saw that she'd done about as much as she could for Niassa, the wolf's previous habits taking precedence and although she demanded obedience, she knew when to use that authority and when to leave things be.  Celeste figured that she'd done about as much as she could for Niassa and that the others needed their turn.  For Rose's part, she may not have been the best fighter, but her good cheer was easily the most infectious.  The little hybrid did a lot more good for the group than she knew.<br/><br/>It didn't take the gator long to slide out of the little clothes she wore, but she let the others get into the tub first, watching where everyone went and noticing how Onyx and Rose, the troublemakers, descended on the poor, unsuspecting wolf.  A smirk colored her lips as she thought about how Niassa had leaned against her in the hall.  She was receptive, even if she wasn't as aggressive as Onyx was.  Nobody was as aggressive as Onyx was, so when it came time for her to get into the water, Celeste sunk in deep, briefly going underwater and letting the moisture soak into her skin.<br/><br/>She wasn't quite ready to be a spectator, though, so as Onyx approached Niassa from the rear and Rose went in from in front, Celeste darted through the water underneath and emerged just behind the fennmink, pendulous breasts framing either side of the tinkerer's cute, little face as she hugged her from behind, affectionately, but not firm enough to keep her from her previous, mischievous task.