the "strangers in my kitchen" effect

Spring and autumn were the worst for her condition so when her brothers walked straight through the doors and into the hall, Morganna held back. Who was going to want to dance with a wolf that was covered in mushrooms and oozing glowing muck all over the nice clean floors? Sure, even some of the wolves from Heiðinn had made the trip down, and perhaps she'd spot some familiar faces from Armada, but did she want any of them seeing her like this? Probably not. So instead, she did what any other self-respecting moody pre-teen would do - she huffed, and rolled her eyes, breaking to the left and making her way around the outside of the castle. Maybe they'd have snacks out the back for the guests they'd rather didn't show up?