Seeing that she didn't come over all lovestruck as usual, nor utter any nauseating words, a flicker of surprise passed through his wolfish eyes.
Better that she's not clinging over, saves him from being disgusted—at least she has some self-awareness.
He dropped the prey he was carrying in his mouth onto the ground.
Then, with a flash of white light, he transformed into human form.
Noticing Luna Sutton sitting there in a grass skirt, with all her fat piled up and blatantly exposed, his face immediately darkened.
What the hell is she wearing?
But he couldn't be bothered to care, just thinking ugly people always made more trouble.
Corbin Crowley caught sight of seven or eight baskets lined up beside her. He'd never seen these things before, didn't know the name, but could tell they were woven from vines.
It looked really convenient for storing things—no idea where Luna Sutton got them.
