Varg let out a little laugh at her question. "Yeah. It's still in there." He would loan her one of his shirts to cover himself, but they still needed to go in the dryer. "Just give me a second." He got his pants back on and hastily threw his laundry into the dryer. He didn't want to take a chance on it sitting overnight. The smell of mildew was particularly unbearable to a wolf's nose. "That was... intense.