<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Green Lion<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Retiring for the night<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dressed as above in his human form<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lise and OPEN<br/><br/>Igor watched as patrons seemed to come to life and wander through the taproom of the Green Lion Inn. It was becoming a little bit crowded for his liking even if the woman Lise had hinted at him checking out was quite sensual and lovely, he would wait until things quieted down before thinking about claiming her. Besides there were still the strange feeling of taking another mate before his current mate his pregnant that didn't sit well with him.<br/><br/>Maybe after spending more time around this strange nexus of time and magic he would bring the pretty little Caoimhe to his furs. So far Lise was turning out to be more than enough to satiate any lusts he might have. She was a fine breeding bitch and Igor would be content with keeping her around for now. Standing up from his stool he took his glass of vodka with him and felt the long road he had traveled before stumbling into this inn resting heavily upon his shoulders. "I am wishing you all good night, it is being time for old<em>volk</em>to be hitting hay bale.<em>Proshchayte druz'ya.</em>" He smiled to the people and placed a hand on Lise's bare shoulder dragging one of his nails along the flesh signalling her to follow if she wished as he passed, but he didn't not wait to see if she did. She could stay out and drink all she wanted and he was sure she had a house or room of her own somewhere in or around the Green Lion that she could go to. But she did call herself his breeding bitch so might as well show her he would happily share his bed with her being it fucking or not.<br/><br/>Entering the room the wolf man let out a deeply tired sigh. Despite being a pack animal Igor was never one for crowds, even among his clan he sought out solitude when the weather permitted. Wandering among the desolation of Father Winter's Kingdom listening to him still trying to woo mother earth back to their marital bed. He felt more connected to the Spirits of the Winter on his own, he could hear the song of the glaciers and listen to the stories of the lonely forests clearly then. This magical room did help him feel more at ease than out in the tavern, but he knew the blizzard outside was only there for show and the gently sighing wind was like a record stuck on repeat. Just there for the ambiance and noise, still as he placed the vodka down upon the rough-hewn wooden desk and began stripping out of his clothing he allowed the small promise of home to occupy his mind as he readied for bed.