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Spring Shedding — Description
The fur was flying.
Everywhere, and the more she tried to brush it out with her fingers the worse her shedding continued. Viciously raking her hands through over her arms, hips, and anywhere else she could reach Lars desperately fought to rid herself of the excessive fur coat that was coming off her in waves. Cursing as she pulled at the dense winter coat, she was able to pull tufts out revealing the thinner summer fur underneath.

“Every fucking year.” She cursed. “Every fucking year!”

The timing could not have been worse either, she was supposed to be reviewing the company security measures with the Old Bear, and Mac today in less than an hour. Yet when she had woken up this morning and found her bed covered in a none to light coating of black and white hairs, she had all but forgotten about preparing for the meeting. Instead, she spent every waking moment trying to get rid of the fur her body was shedding with the sudden influx of warm weather.

She had first tried a shower, determined to try and scrub it out, though that only worked to clog the shower drain, leaving her standing in a pool of soggy fur that floated on the surface. She even toweling off more and more hair just kept coming out!

Discarding the towel, she had grabbed another, and another, and another. On the fifth one she hurled at the close hamper loosing a string of profanity at the absurdity of the situation. She was considering calling in to request the meeting be postponed, only to for Mac to send her a brief text explaining his eagerness to poke holes in her proposed security procedures.

That was the final straw, temper flaring she threw on her best white blouse, pulled up a black skirt and leggings and bolted for the door leaving a find trail of hair in her wake.

So, help him, if that damn wolf said one world about hair loss…