<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/ Matt/ Orion/ Jake Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><hr/><br/>Like the predator she was, Amber watched the human's, Jake's, every move with a lazy sort of disinterest. Even her eyes were slitted. Wined up as she was, that didn't make her any less of a threat. Amused by the flash and snap from his various bits and instruments of death, the she wolf couldn't help but laugh. It was a silvery sound that didn't ring with any sort of malice or mocking to it, just sheer amusement. Setting down her drink, she clapped with delight.<br/><br/>"Oh it's so<em>adorable</em>. So<em>refreshing </em>to be reminded that every male, whether he's human wolf... whatever the species, every one of your gender's just a proud little cock strutting around and flashing your talons!" It wasn't that Jake himself was what she was laughing at, you see, but his staff dangling gender as a whole. Still laughing, Amber turned her sights to Rion and Matt. "Even you two! Well, Rion there anyway. Marking his territory." Caught in a fit of the giggles, she nearly knocked over her glass.