I hate your fashion sense so I opt out

The silhouette of the man became conspicuous as he finally took several steps inside and then it hit us all, that the Stench of wet dogs could never be covered with weed, alcohol, cologne, name it all. Only one thing can effectively mask the scent of a werewolf and that involved a certain rare plant or the right amount of magic and dosage of incantations.

My heart began racing fast as we all stared at one another while waiting for the visitor to fully come in. The atmosphere was tense with each molecule present in the air frozen. The quarter was filled with a kind of silence that would make a feather fall without drifting sideways. Ranging from Cedric's tight fists, Hilda's tight grip on her dagger, and Tiana's concentrated look I could tell the intruder was definitely not welcomed.

"Awn! Did I disturb your little merriment? I heard voices and decided to ask who gave y'all the permission to have meetings without a single werewolf present at the period of decision making?"