Angie wiggles. "You guys take the blood, we take the meat."

"Sounds good." 

Upstairs! The adult looks pretty young, from what they can see from the back, but his hair is prematurely grey. He's very focused on whatever he's doing on the computer in his office, and doesn't notice the four kids sneaking up on him.

He might notice Zeke biting into his neck.

He does notice that! He shoves his chair back and tries to rip Zeke off of him, but is quickly overwhelmed by a combination of bloodloss and supernaturally strong children as Angel joins in. 

Especially as Angie and Joey straight up start ripping into his belly.

Death is really just a mercy at that point. 

Once he's pretty much drained, Angel flops onto her back on the ground to watch the wolves eat, wiping at her face with the back of her hand and licking the blood off while she waits. 

The wolves gnaw at the insides like pigs at a trough, rumps facing out at Angela. 

Joey stands up first, burping. "At least we won't be dressed on an empty stomach!"

"Hope new boy finds something to eat."

"There's lots to eat around here," she shrugs, "I'm sure he'll find something."

She looks them all over, "We should probably wash off before we put on clothes. Won't matter how human we dress if we're covered in blood."

"There'd be like, a shower in here, right?"

"Should be!" Time to explore the upstairs! It's not very big, so it doesn't take them long to find a bathroom. It contains a shower-bath, big enough to hold all four of them, though only one or two will fit under the showerhead at once. She bounces into it and turns it on.

The other three crowd in, generally shoving each other about and having a good time.

Joey sings as the water around his feet runs brown with blood. "Ain't nothing going to break stride, ain't nothing going to slow me down, oh no, I've got to keep on movin'..."

Scrub scrub, "What's that song?" 

"Our mother sing it sometimes. Music's the only thing humans do kinda good."

"Chocolate!" Angel counters, having pointed that out just the night before. "But music is good, yeah. Alex really likes music. One of the fosters got him a bunch of lessons once, and sometimes the new ones will sign him up for piano again, even though that's not his favourite." She starts tugging some of the water away from where Joey is standing while she talks, rinsing herself off. 

Zeke meanwhile is amusing himself with the scented shower gel. 

Angel notices and slides over to sniff him. She sneezes, "It's all chemically," she complains, rubbing her nose. 

"You get used to it."

Eventually, clean is had.

Clean! 

Unfortunately, this means it is time for the Dreaded Clothing. 

Joey has that outfit they left in the back yard if he wants it, but the rest of them will have to pick out some stuff from not-yet-wolf's dresser. Angel selects some jeans and a tank top. They're a bit big on her, but she finds a belt to cinch the waist a bit. 

Angie dresses in some slightly unseasonal shorts and a top with a skull on it. She is not pleased. "That kid should thank us."

"Oh, quit whining, pants-virgin."

Angel throws Zeke a shirt with a dog on it, stifling a giggle, "It's only for a little while. I know where we're going from here."