<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/ Harley/ Steve/ Jaclyn/ Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fireside<br/><hr/><br/>"Pffff, that's alright, I can do my fair share of yapping too. Wait until this wine's gone, you'll be sorry you took me up on my offer." Well on her way to drunk, Amber didn't give the matter a second thought. In fact, she could only shrug as the newly fledged wolf caught wind of her energy and accepted her offer for a dip, she continued their path to the water at a brisk pace. Barrel under one arm and a glass in the other meant she couldn't offer the woman a pat, or anyone else they were leaving behind at the fire a real wave, but she could tip her head and shoot off her mouth some more.<br/><br/>"Later Harley, later<em>Matthews</em>..." There was only the barest hint of a challenge in her voice, as if the wolf inside her reared it's head without her meaning it to, to claw at the resolve they both kept amidst the intoxicating thrall of everything lupine that went on around them. Because sure, there was the sex between those still in the flesh as well as those who'd fallen to the fur, but there was also feasting. There was dancing, running, howling. The wolves around them weren't only going at it like rabbits, but were fully submerging themselves in the nature of their inner animal. They freed themselves from the expectations of humanity, let their bones crack and their fur flourish beneath the belly of a swollen moon, indulged their cramped muscles in bouts of various canine revelry and sport. The song of their kind was thick in the air this night, and Amber would be damned before she let something like bumping into family she hoped not to bump into, or someone trying to fuck her, get in her way. Tonight was a night to be<em>alive</em>.<br/><br/>"... that means you're welcome too, Jaclyn, if you're up for some soaking and some time away from the men. Don't feel the need to spend the evening alone if all you want's a bit of a chat and some safe companionship. Screw these guys and their throbbing little bits and pieces." Amber drawled off in a low, rumbling tenor as her spine clicked and cracked. Rolling her shoulders, the hazel eyed beaut began shrugging off her tunic as she walked.<br/><br/>"Finally I can peel these goddamn clothes off. Good call Anna." Without an ounce of care as to where the filmy top ended up, she continued her liquid shimmies and shrugs until the verdant garment pooled around her waist and bowed down away from her hips. It's final resting place was a pool at her toes, and with another step forward, the dirt still warm from her passing. With a shake of her head, the brunette sighed contently. Breasts more heavy than pert hugged her chest greedily; their tips were puckered little things crowning the wide, dusky circles of her areolae, like jewels set at the center of plush, big, mounded pillows. Like most of their kind, save the newly turned with all their modern day notions of modesty, Amber cared little for her state of dress, or in this case, undress. She'd already announced she was going out to seek water, and the only kind of idiots that went into the water fully dressed were the same kind of idiots that entered the passion of the change fully clothed.