Kipcha skidded to a halt, after worming her way through slightly parted doors of the place. Panting softly for a moment, she looked over her shoulder, still shaking from how terrified she was. Slowly allowing herself to calm, she shut her eyes and turned around thrice, settling with her paws tucked neatly beneath her.
Well, first things first, once she was well rested, she'd need to get more clothes before she could shift back to her human form. It wouldn't be too hard to steal, would it? As simple as plucking a shirt and pants from a clothesline. It was winter, however, and the snow was slowly drifting down, so that might not be an option...
The wolf shook her head, then snorted softly. What was the point of clothes, anyways? They just got lost, ruined or dirtied, and for what? Sure, a human's body was a lot more fragile than a wolf's, but could a human freeze so easily that he needed a fake pelt? Kipcha didn't think she'd ever understand it.