Eva steps into her place, kicking the door shut behind her with a tired sigh. She rolls her shoulders, stretching out the tension from the day before stripping off her sports bra and shorts, tossing them onto a nearby chair.

“Finally, I’m done with all that stuff and running errands.” she mutters, grabbing an oversized tank top and slipping it on, followed by a pair of soft lounge shorts. With a satisfied grunt, she flops onto the couch, running a hand through her thick fur. Then, glancing up with a smirk, she nods.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see ya there. What, never seen a wolf get comfy before?” She chuckles, leaning back. “Make yourself at home—just don’t touch my snacks.”