Lycaon sighed as she pulled her wet hair straight with her comb. A tuft of hair came off, and she let out a huff. Perhaps her fur was beginning to mat a bit. She was shedding for the winter after all. The wolf wrapped a towel around herself before walking out of her bathroom.

“Hmm?”

At that moment, her phone had began to ring. It rung on the nightstand of her bed, so Lycaon walked over and picked it up.

“Hello?”