He was happy to try the bottle, but happier she'd been generous with it. He supposed it was bad form not to spoil your guest. As far as werewolves went, he was the most exclusive visitor she could expect. True to her diplomacy, she agreed to start their good work. He tipped the bottle with his eyes still on her as she examined his wrist. The wine was good, and it satisfied the animal in him, too. Leave it to vampires to keep this kind of stuff in stock. There was a brand made by wolves, too, but Render didn't make it a habit to indulge half-way. He'd rather have the real thing if he could, which would always be fresh meat and bones.<br/><br/>The plan was good enough, he thought as he got his arm back, letting it fall after initially hitting his chest. He was still drinking from the battle when she gave the instructions. He wasn't usually someone for gathered efforts, and to him it all seemed like a waste of time. For now he'd go along with it. He stayed in her office for a little bit, and then went on out, too. These clubs were restrictive for someone who liked to run free, but there was something to be said about intimate locales. He was handsy about moving some of the prettier vampires out of the way, and they weren't half as perturbed as they could have been. Maybe he should suggest the coven should pay him back in active bodies instead of dead ones.<br/><br/>He walked passed her when she got up to her long car, and waved at her with two fingers from the hand holding the bottle. "Don't be too late rounding up the troops." he said as he petted the hood of the ridiculous vehicle. "While you're beating your council drums for a meeting, the wolves will be working to find this shithead bloodsucker." he said and looked back at the coven. He finished off the bottle and crashed it against a wall casually. He started running. There wasn't really anything for him to do, but he should look busy. If this had been an unknown culprit, he would still have argued their coordination took too long. Most of his pack were already moving on this.<br/><br/>He was at the site with Resh behind him. Resh had black fur and blue eyes, desired traits in the wolf world, since it meant he was from the Nightly bloodline. They were known to be strong and quick - and even though that wasn't always true, black with blue had become a seal of quality in a wolf. Resh, admittedly, was a formidable fighter and hunter, which had made him aware of the same qualities in others. He followed Render not because of loyalty, but because Render was the strongest. Render found this to be an honest relationship, and kept Resh around as something of a right-hand man.<br/><br/>"Finally." Resh said with his human mouth. He was wearing all black, and would have just been a shadow with blue eyes beside Render if his face wasn't almost as pale as the arriving leeches. "Did you guys have a nice chitchat? Did everyone get here alright?" Render also liked that Resh had an abrasive sense of humor. "This is good for searching and all, but I wouldn't mind some repayment, meanwhile." His sense of justice was on point, though.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Pup's right. Shouldn't we have something for our troubles?" the leader injected.