<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," Nakia Steele, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dark Claw's eyebrows perked up at being asked if they were at war, and then he shot a confused and questioning look over at Chad, who emphatically shook his head. The Alpha looked relieved, and thought for a second more. "No, we're not at war. We've never gone to war." Then he paused. He nodded, more sure of himself. "Nope. No war." He smiled, and then finished his lukewarm beer before retrieving another one. Dark Claw drained half of it in one go, and let out a satisfied "Ah!"<br/><br/>"You can keep your apartment. Most of us live together in a sort of communal arrangement, but it's not required or anything. I should get your phone number at some point and give you mine if you're gonna be part of the pack." Dark Claw told Dove. He did not seem in any rush for it or treat it as being of any particular huge urgency. "We've got a few safe spots. There's here," then he rattled off five different locations that were fairly close by, as well as half a dozen stash spots.<br/><br/>"In a pinch you can use one of the Stanley Park pack's safe spaces or stashes, but you gotta let me know so I can talk to the Stanley Park Alpha and grovel for the privilege." Dark Claw said with a certain amount of affected distaste, as of a child speaking of some onerous chore. "Otherwise it's like: 'Dark Claw, one of your wolves used our stash, and you intruded on my sacred territory without permission. That is not the way of the wolf. Grrr.'" Dark Claw related, dropping his voice into a faux gravelly tone of someone trying too hard to sound sinister. Then he laughed. It was pretty clear that Dark Claw did not consider it a big deal to kiss a little ass to make life easier for his pack. Perhaps it spoke to a lack of pride, but Dark Claw certainly did not have a lot of concern for appearances, obviously.