<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DvHFcGz.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Nelson 'Dark Claw' Wilson<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Hawaiian shirt (aggressively colourful), grey tank top (with five distinct mustard stains of varying shades), cream cargo shorts (with an old relish stain on the left leg), white socks, sandals, sunglasses<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Grilling, chilling, being a certified alpha wolf and bona fide giga chad<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Dove of Winter "Kerr," Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dark Claw gave Dove a perplexed look at the greeting he received. "Rude." He murmured under his breath.<br/><br/>"I call myself Dark Claw because it sounds cool." The older werewolf said, puffing his chest. "And, no. I don't think the Offspring had me in mind with that. Because a) I have several clues, and b) I have style." He punctuated the statement by taking the plackets of his Hawaiian shirt and straightening the garment to draw attention to it. There was an exaggerated look of pride on Dark Claw's face as he did so. "I make this look good." The Alpha werewolf said, borrowing a one-liner from Will Smith with confidence undamaged by Dove being unimpressed by him.<br/><br/>"But seriously: wow. Seven years on your own. That's some luck. You uh, you really need to get into a pack. The Shadowhunters'll just assume you're a rogue wolf if you're out on your own and not part of a pack. At best they'll take you down hard and lock you up." Dark Claw said, turning completely serious. "A pack of feral wolves came in a few years ago, and they caused a lot of trouble. The old Alpha wasn't going to do anything about it, so the Shadowhunters had to step in. They, uh, they killed every wolf in that pack and ever since they've been pretty quick to come down hard on any wolf that commits an infraction. So if you see a Shadowhunter you should really be nicer to them than you are to me."<br/><br/>Dark Claw nodded his head, and rolled back and forth on his heels. "That's probably a big reason why you haven't run into many other wolves. There's another pack up on the North side of town, around Stanley Park - you might like them more. A lot less casual, a lot more serious. Their Alpha doesn't just have a stick up his ass - he<em>is</em>the stick. The Vampires, the Warlocks, and the Shadowhunters all go to them with wolf stuff so if you want to be part of some big swinging dick Downworld stuff that's where you want to go."<br/><br/>The wind shifted, and the scent of bratwurst drifted to Dark Claw's nostrils. "We're grilling some bratwursts, and drinking beers. I'm going to need a cold one to treat those sick burns. You can join us, if you want. I suppose you could join my pack too, for now, but you have to be nice to everyone." The tall werewolf said.<br/><br/>As he finished, a different lyric bopped out. It was just as loud but there was a different tone to it.<br/><br/><div align="center">"Hakuna matata<br/>It means no worries<br/>For the rest of your days<br/>It's our problem-free philosophy"</div><br/>Dark Claw danced in place a little. "Now they<em>were</em>thinking of me when they wrote those lyrics." Then he did a little strut and turned back towards the grill and its alluring scent of grilling meat. Dove was free to join him, or not. She was a big girl and she could stay 2 kewl 4 skewl.