...You couldn't believe you had agreed to this. But, here she was. In your apartment. Sitting at your kitchen table. Miss Thavel's knee bounced as she stared off into space, claws drumming against the hardwood table. You could already see marks being left by the tips of her fingers, but you didn't bother bringing it up. You had to choose your battles wisely with her and the others. Also she hadn't exactly de-transformed from her...wendigo thing since she transformed a few hours ago, which was unusual.

Apparently Miss Thavel had gotten kicked out from wherever she was living due to complaints somehow, and you had been asked to give her a place to stay in the meantime. You sighed as you walked into the kitchen, not knowing what to expect. You slung the grocery bag you were holding onto the table, opening cabinets to clear space for the stuff. Miss Thavel had no visible reaction until she sniffed the air a couple of times, pupils shrinking as she looked down at the bag. She immediately went for it, tearing it open and slicing through the package of raw meat you had bought for dinner. She scarfed down the entire thing as you watched in slight shock.

She finished the last bit of the meat before growling, tossing the plastic to the side. A look of slight embarrassment at letting this part of her be witnessed by someone filled her expression before it faded back to the irritable hunger.

Miss Thavel: "What the FUCK are you looking at? I...I should...ugh. Nevermind."