Next comes the tunic, but before he continues the shift in his pouch catches his eyes again. Where *did* that come from after all? Why was it in a circle instead of just taken by whoever drew the circle? He pulls it out and catches the wolf's surprise.
Gwenn looks it over with a long thought. "I wonder whose body this covered." He smells it. It smells worn, but not pungent. Like the smell of someone you'd wake up next to. "Their scent is still on it." He thinks it over and is taken by surprise when the wolf bounces for it.
Caught off guard she swipes it quickly from his hands and disappears under the red bedcurtains as a ruffled Gwenn watches her misbehave. Her tail sticks out from under the curtains for a moment, then disappears inside.
Parting the curtains to peek in and see if she was simply making herself at home, Gwenn's eye widens through the peek in the curtains. The wolf is no longer there. Half turned, a tail prominent from the arch of back, the darker complextion of a woman is lurched over in the bed. The shift now worn by her. Long dark wavy hair splays over bed, and it's clear that this IS the wolf now, taking the form of a woman who catches Gwenn's eye. He feels his heart thump as a fwoosh of heat rushes to his face.
