Fera's ears twitched when the ranger clicked at her. Taking the signal, she rolled the rest of the way forward over the awning and landed on her haunches before stalking her way inside with the rest of the group. When the doors opened, the poor wildling was assaulted my a myriad of perfumes and scents. She backed from the door as if she had been struck. It was enough to elicit a small whine from the girl, her eyes watering from the unpleasant sensations ravaging her sinuses. She tried rubbing her eyes and nose, exhaling sharply from her nostrils to eject the offending scent, but it was so persistent that it was no use. She couldn't leave them however, and tried her best to carry on, but not without voicing her discomfort. [color=7FFFD4]"Fera... can not smell. It burn...,"[/color] she said pitifully. To her, all the smells outside were much more pleasing than this. She was already skeptical of this place because they kept on sing the word 'bath' around here and Fera really didn't feel like taking one right now. She could keep herself clean well enough in her eyes, so why would she need this 'bath' thing everyone was always so crazy for? Especially with these dreadful scents everywhere, how could the others stand this?