<strong>Name: </strong>Rake<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Doghouse<br/><strong>Creature Type: </strong>Natural Wolfen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jeremy, Jesse, Ry, Seth, anyone else who comes over<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br/>"<strong>Chill Ry. Nobody's losing their throat tonight</strong>." he said calmly, knowing it was another bald-faced lie. Somebody dies somewhere all the time. With all the Werewolves in the world it's entirely plausable that one of them would lose their throats in the process. Still, keeping things under control was paramount right now. "<strong>Well...except maybe the sumbitch who ran our girl down if I ever find 'im. </strong>"<br/><br/>He looked around in a state of visible alertness. Nostrils flaring, eyes piercing the early evening light. Ears tilting for some sign of them being watched or spied upon. If this was an attempt to lure key pack members out into the open before launching a major assault, well...mission accomplished. Once he was satisfied that Armored Personel Carriers weren't about to come blitzkrieging their way out of the woods, he turned his attention to Jeremy.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey! Hold it together pal...shit I think he's about to flip for the first time.  </strong>" Rake got up and walked over to Jeremy. This was either going to make things alot better or catastrophicly worse. He reached out to grab Jeremy by the shoulders firmly and make him look straight ahead into Rake's eyes. "<strong>Deep breaths. Focus on the smells. Pick out your favorite and just keep focusing on it. It'll help calm you down and once you calm down a bit the heat won't be so unbearable anymore.</strong>"