You had visited Werestorm's lab on a whim. You just happened across the address, and followed to find a lab filled with plants and vials and books in a pretty kind of chaotic mess, vines spilling out from hanging pots with lovely ultraviolet light spilling over them. Werestorm herself, a round faced woman with messy purple hair, can be seen busily writing down notes inbetween sips of homegrown tea. You walk down the halls only to find happy, healthy creatures in their various enclosures, all of which decorated in live plants as well as ample food ready to be delivered. The vibe, is cozy.