Oberlin-19-Female-Black Panther
Watching the others converse and mingle made the black haired woman feel completely out of place. Clearing her throat, she opened her pack and pulled out a book and a slice of sweet bread. Both were stolen, of course. The sweet bread was honeyed and was filled with some sort of nut; walnuts, perhaps. Taking a bite, Oberlin made a yummy sound in her throat, eyeing the bread once more.
Crossing her long, leather clad legs at the ankle, she settled the book in the dip of her pressed together thighs, the hard cover novel effectively covering her lap. Oberlin, though more of a wild child than these domestics that surrounded her, loved to read. Whenever she saw a book that interested her, she... acquired it. This one happened to be on the various breeds of dogs that existed, or had existed. Who really knew if they were all alive now? This book was old. It was from the before-times. Either way... it was an interesting read.
As she read about Afghan Hounds and Chow Chow's, Oberlin continued to cast glances towards the happy, perky group of shifters. The last of her bread was gone and she delicately licked the crumbs from her fingertips, then glanced down to see a spattering of bready flakes clinging to her leather vest. "Bah..." she said before brushing them away. 'Food for ants. Or that Casper kid if he decides to get stuck in his tiny form again,' she thought with a chuckle and a smirk.