<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Steve/ Anna/ Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><hr/><br/>"Mm, men. Constantly at war with two heads. I can't imagine that kind of half life." Watching as Steve lingered and weighed his options before finally turning and melting away as she and Anna found the river, Amber laughed. It was a short, powerful burst of a sound; one that echoed off the wet embankment with it's gentle slope into a short, sandy shore. It seemed like their would be leader, Nathaniel, had taken advantage of the natural resources here and helped with the landscape to take an already refreshing destination point and turn it into something<em>more</em>. Half gone in thoughts both dreamy and slightly drunken, Amber upended her glass again. Setting down the barrel she'd taken with on a nearby cluster of rocks, the she wolf filled her glass again with one hand while the other busied itself with her laced up buckskins.<br/><br/>"Eh? Oh, born a wolf. For all the good that means. I can't say much, seeing as I could never know what being bitten is. all I know is that being whelped one can come with a mountain of expectations and responsibilities that the world will beat into you one way or the other..." Her reply was gruff at best, and reeked of remorse. Giving her laces one last wrench, Amber freed herself from what was left of her modest mortal confines and moved to join her already wet companion. Appearance wise, Anna couldn't be much younger than she was. Year wise, Amber could sense she had a good lead on her. Perhaps that was another reason Anna had followed her; not just the promise of soak in a safe presence, but someone to talk to. Someone to bounce her curiosity off of.<br/><br/>"What about you? I think I missed some of your life story whilst beating on that Steve guy. Idiot knocked into me because he couldn't handle a himself amidst the furry screw fest that the night's turning into." Chuckling Amber held her glass high as she dipped her head beneath the water. By the time she was up again, the fiery brunette had a greater appreciation for Anna's desires in regards to the water. The warmth of the wine, coupled with the cool, rippling crispness of the river, was enough to make her release a rumble of content.