Luna Sutton let out a sigh, and could only think of her own ways to solve the problem.
She stood up and put on the beast skin skirt. Even though it felt a bit drafty underneath, at least it covered her body.
She just wasn't used to it yet.
She lifted her foot and walked out of the cave, picking some relatively soft and broad leaves nearby, then using slender, tender vines to string them together, weaving something panty-like to wear.
With a sanitary pad inside and the beast skin skirt over it, no one could see a thing anyway.
It was early morning now—the sun had just risen, golden rays cascading through the forest, and there was a brisk chill lingering in the fresh morning dew.
Luna stood at the mouth of the cave, stretched lazily, feeling the newborn sunlight and the gentle strokes of the breeze, as if all the fatigue of the night before was whisked away by this gentle morning wind.
