<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0a/4d/a6/0a4da64b651b06a2bd1240c8b6f33ff9--native-american-girls-american-indian-women.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Maria Weaver   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275498.msg13535112#msg13535112)</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Not too far from the challenge circle<br/><strong>Currently:</strong>Chatting with Tòmas<hr/><br/>Maria laughs at his comment and accepts the beer with a smile, she only takes a small sip as they sit and relax. She stretches out her legs and looks up at the sky, letting his words wander through her head as she just learned something new about him.<br/><br/>“Mean drunk? Nah, I never drink enough to get drunk. Tipsy, sure but never drunk. Habit from when I was in school, remember I went away for collage. So had to watch my tongue at all times, so where my friends would get smashed I well imagine what would happen if I got drunk and started talking about werewolves. And pretty face? Why thank you, sweet of you to lie.”<br/><br/>She nudges him with an elbow as he talks about what few drinking buddies he has and she feels sad for him, sad that he doesn't feel more comfortable with the pack. Well perhaps she can help with that.<br/><br/>“Bracken? Hmm, yeah he is.. I think you put it better than I ever could. Timid, but sweet. I worry about him, I do. But the histories have tales of others like him, and they all served their tribe well. So I guess we all need someone like him perhaps, to.. ground us.”<br/><br/>Another little sip as she leans her head against his shoulder as they watch the other pack members, an outsider might think it odd that she is so comfortable around someone she doesn't know well but he is pack. And the wolf inside of her needs that touch, needs the tactile reinforcement. Most of the time her wolf doesn't come out and play much, a lone run under the moonlight now and then is about all she does. Probably why she feels such a kinship with Tòmas.<br/><br/>“Solitude is, nice though. I mean, I miss the pack at times. But at the same time it feels good to be out there, alone. Sure I might not rough it as much as you do, but my wolf isn't as active. She seems content to just slumber in my head, a few times a year she wakes up and demands pups but well..”<br/><br/>She actually blushes and takes another longer pull from the beer, this time it is she who puts her foot in her mouth. Slowly she turns to look at him and decides to just go with it.<br/><br/>“I think your foot in mouth-itis is catching. You should have warned me.”