"Now, I don't usually mind having my fur shed during the summer, however, look at this. This is getting ridiculous."

To demonstrate her point, the woman rolled up her coat sleeves, lifting an arm up into the air to show off all the sleek black fur enveloping it. Strands of thick black hair cascaded down onto the floor, with tiny fibers softly floating onto the tiled ground as she harshly rubbed it off with her sharp claws.

Wendigos have their bodies entirely covered in fur—the race possessed a two-layer coat, comprised of a thicker, furry undercoat and a thinner layer of stiff, protective hair overtop, which she seemed to be currently in the process of shedding. Though as she wasn’t a full-blooded Wendigo (Thavel was a mix of both human and wendigo), she lacked the undercoat they had and instead ended up with really thick hair, which arguably was still akin to fur in her eyes.

“…Tell me, do you ever have to deal with this?” She asked with mild curiosity before turning her attention over to the more pressing matter at hand. Her expression quickly twisted into one of disdain as she continued plucking fine hairs from the front of her outfit, running her claws down the coat’s double-breasted closure.

“J'en ai marre! This is going to cost me a fortune to clean out.” She scowled.