Not many people expect a Christmas theme straight out of a horror movie for a costume. Then again few shifters could pull off the Krampus look either. Long elk horns reaching for the sky; the hooded coat, a dirty and deep red like a twisted perversion of Santa’s that stank of decaying flesh hid her face but some if they got close could still make out the features. Eyes; weird, inhuman grey eyes sunken in as though they did not belong to the face - a mask, a gaping, drooping mask of torn stinking hide over a black muzzle.
All in all a rather well done costume if Waya did say so herself. She barely had gotten Ahnah to agree to help her put it together in the first place. For it was truly a nightmare inducing costume. And probably the last time they would sit down and watch some horror flicks.
The most expensive thing was the cloak, as it had cost her a month's worth of hides, and was too bright red at first. A few weeks buried with a rotting hare and well she got