7

After spending most of the morning with Dante, I went back to my room to read for a while before the cookout. When it gets closer to time for dinner and I can hear more pack members arriving it seems rather silly to keep hiding in my room when I can focus on practicing my social skills for a possible future mate. So far, the only person that I have been able to feel myself around is Dante. To be honest, I have not actually met many other people yet considering that I do not leave my room very often. 

Deciding to change into pants since it might get a bit chilly in the afternoon, I walk into the closet to find something. There are some black, stretchy pants that I do not seem familiar with. They do not look quite like pajamas but surely, they cannot be everyday pants either. They are way too soft to be everyday pants. Peeking out of the window from my bedroom, I look at what some of the other women are wearing. While most seem to be wearing shorts, a few are also wearing