Roaen whimpered as he left her. The male had just felt so damn good. But he was right. As the alpha, he was doing his duty. Her slender hands ran over her body as she stretched languidly. Her muscles were sweetly sore from the prior shifting and the good fucking. Standing, she decided to loom in the drawers herself. The only things in this room were men's clothing,  so she followed Dax to the other room.<br/><br/>She ran a hand down his arm as she past him into the room. Giving the girls a saucy flash if teeth and also a very good flash of her blood and sweat covered naked body, she turned to search the dresser in their room. And success. Apparently this room belonged to two girls, teenagers from the looks of it. She found a pair of skinny jeans and slid them up her short, but slender legs. A little too tight, but they would do. With no need reallu for a bra, she slipped on a fitted tank top.<br/><br/>Finally dressed, she turned and hopped up onto the dresser sitting upon it, a wicked grin curving her lips as she looked over the female's. The smaller of the smelled slightly different and from her wild look, Roaen was assuming she was born and not made. That intrigued her.