Roxie the Wolfess enters your new abode awkwardly, like a penguin. A muffled voice can be heard from the half-opened maw.

Aw, shucks! This suit is gonna be the death of me!

With a grunt, Ylfa grabs the costume's head, pulls it off and drops it on the floor.

Wew, lad...

Your lupine friend shakes her head, trying to peel off the sweaty hair clinging to her face. It works, somewhat.

Reaching for somewhere under her armpits, she pulls on the zippers and makes the suit fall apart like a sci-fi power armor. Funnily enough, there is another layer - the ice packs, tied to her body to offer at least some cooling.

At least these things worked somewhat...

Pulling the packages out one by one, Ylfa throws them into a hand sink - they land with audible plap - ice melted long ago.

Now, clad only in skimpy tank top and tight shorts, the wolfess stretches and yawns.

Outta my way, no-fur!

Knowing better than to stand between Ylfa and a couch, you quickly move to the side. With a daring leap, she lands on seat next to you.

Bweh!

Ylfa lays her head on sofa's back-rest and opens her lupine maw wide, letting her long tongue to fall out unceremoniously. She breathes deeply and steadily - like a... dog? It's still weird to see, even though you spent some time with her already.