<div class="floatleft"><strong>Anna Lochlynn</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amber, Open.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The River<br/>(http://i40.tinypic.com/jtvqdw.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>She wasn't sure if Amber was just drunk, or if this was how she normally was, but she seemed fun enough. The river looked welcoming, the calm water shimmering in the moonlight. It was relaxing, and not to mention it smelled far less like sex. She let out a content sigh, smiling over at Amber. "I've been waiting for this for too long." She said with a laugh before she follow suit, shredding off her layers of clothing. She tossed them aside, her pale flesh turning to goose flesh in the cool night air. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment. She was a small thing, but everything seemed to be scaled to fit her body. She stood only about five-foot-five or so, a slender waist sloped into slightly broader hips, then back down into slim, toned legs. Light freckles kisses the tops of her shoulders, matching the ones that were speckled gently over the bridge of her nose and cheeks.<br/><br/>Without hesitation she strode to the water, feeling a shiver go through her at the coolness of it. She waded out, and soon stood in shoulder- height water. She sighed contently, before sucking in a breath then let herself disappear beneath the sparkling surface. She was back only a few moments later, smoothing her strawberry locks back from her face.<br/><br/>"So, were you turned, or were you born a wolf?" She asked finally, using her hands to help wipe the caked mud and blood from her hands and arms.