*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.*