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Rhea’s POV

I sigh contentedly as my eyes sweep over the vast bathroom.

It was way more white and clean than anything I’ve ever laid eyes on before and I found that very comforting to me. White floor, white walls, white sink, white tub, and white actual toilet; which was like a grand prize for me. I was so over that dirty disgusting way of living that I had before. Where I had to pee in some ditch, barely clean myself once a week in a shallow river if we even found one in the depth of the different forests we stayed in, sleep on the same thin rug which does nothing to ease the hardness of the forest ground underneath it, wear ratty, old, smelly clothes until they couldn’t be worn anymore or wear a shoes that hurts my feet almost all the time because it was already worn out too much, only get to eat raw meat from the animals my wolf could hunt or chew on the green stuff I find around the forest when I get too nauseous from getting my source of food directly through my wolf. I’m so done