Noemie fighting her inner wolf

Noemie: After opening her irises for the morning, the she would hear a piercing ringing in her head. Gasping sharply as she held her skull in between her fragile digits firmly. Slowly lifting her upper frame from the bed of her truck and had quickly closed her gaze. The sounds of screams could be heard for miles, since the high pitched sound was intense. Her inner wolf began to start growing out and hit it's hidden cage. Wanting to come take over and let it calm down. Along her figure was jean shorts that went to her mid-thigh and a grey tank top. Combat boots against her feet and tightened to where they wouldn't slip off. Snarling out loud, the women would slide out of the trunk of her car. Pacing side to side, the inner self hit that metaphorical cage more and more. Crouching down to her knees, Noemie's bones would start to crack loudly. Trying to fight her transformation, the women would growl and start shaking rapidly. It almost felt like she was on a drug and it was giving all it's side effects all at once. It had been a long time since this had happened to where her wolf was crawling it's way out. Or at least trying to. "No....stay inside!" She yelled. A few moments later, the sound would slow and disappear within her mind. Gasping sharply and began to pant to herself while falling backwards onto her back. Eyes still closed and rubbed the sides of her temples. "Son of a bitch that hurt." <i> 'You think?' The wolf growled once more. </i> Shaking her head and sighed trying to relax herself. Being out in the parking lot of Ryan's pub, the she wolf had been sleeping in her truck since she got it. Not really relying on her brand new pack to give her a hotel room, all though that would have been nice; the women didn't see it as a need. Not having the cash in order to pay for it even in the first place. Yes, Jacques was nice to let her in the pack but didn't mean she would take hand outs if offered. She just wasn't that type of lady at all. She had spent all she had on her truck from Kao, and honestly she wouldn't change that decision. This ol' beauty was hers and hers to keep. How can you go wrong with an 82 Chevy that was painted the color of blood? Staying where she was, so her frame could re-crack it's self back in the form of a human again. By that time, she was almost a full wolf. Maw and fur had just barely surfaced. When she had returned to a 'normal' appearance, she lifted her upper body up to look around. Well at least there was no humans or anyone to see this. Sighing in relief, the lady rose to her feet carefully and chugged her water in order to re-hydrate while being out in the blistering heat.