<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gathering<br/><hr/><br/>Already, reservations were rearing their ugly heads up to grump and thump around inside Amber's ever busy brain. She, like many, if not all of them here, had heard, no,<em>felt</em>Nathaniel's cry. It was a thing that one simply didn't hear. No. It was something that pulled one from the navel upwards, pulsing hot and sudden like a bolt of lightning. Something that gripped one by their wolfish roots, willing or no, and bid them to answer. Never one to instantly heed the bidding of her lupine nature before her brain, it'd taken all her will power to stave off a transformation and the instantaneous need to speed off in a cloud of dust and fur into the sunset. In fact, Amber had postponed the rest of her schedule for the day to curl up and force the instincts back down where they belonged...<br/><br/>Reaching down, Amber slid her hand along the little curve of her belly, stroking the skin where, only a few days ago, below the surface, she'd felt the sweet agony of everything wolfish pull at her. The taste of fresh, hot blood across her tongue; the rush of blood drowning out all other sound from her ears; the ache of every muscle screaming at her to run; the smell of earth ripping apart beneath her paws. All this and more beckoned to her, clawed at her from the inside out, beckoning her with a clawed, crooked finger to indulge and be free.<br/><br/>"Stupid." Amber spit at the ground beside her, narrowly missing the feet of another wolf, who, like herself, had obeyed the summons of their arrogant, ambitious, would-be-rebel-leader, Nathaniel.<br/><br/>"... stupid, stupid. Why rile them all like this? Why the big rally?" Sure, there was the proverbial fuck fest to be had at such a massive gathering of the wolves. In fact, Amber had to admit the pickings were prime, if only for the sheer numbers of their kind that Nathaniel's bellows had ushered in from across the globe. Although very little actually moved the she-wolf enough to submit and play with another, that didn't mean she didn't feel the power rippling through the air like every other bitch in the area. Mated or no, the surge of emotion and the spike of hormones that perfumed the air tickled ever so persuasively at the loins, and Amber, healthy female she was, held herself back with what<em>she</em>considered to be an admirable amount of reserve. Already wolves in both human and beast form had paired off within the crowd, singing their ecstasy to the skies and the dirt alike. Gritting her teeth, Amber turned her attention back from the throng to the supposed threat that'd been thrown into their midst. The woman. The spy. Nails bit into her palm hard enough to draw blood as she fought back the urge to pounce on such an obviously defeated thing. She was sure not every other wolf would be so disciplined.<br/><em><br/>'She's going to die tonight.'</em>Amber thought inwardly. It wasn't a question to herself, it was a certainty. Because even as the vision of Nathaniel's bestial form played out, impressive and distracting as it was, the scent of prey never left her nostrils. Detecting the scents of those lesser than themselves was just a habit, and when the frenzy of their wolf halves were near. Well. It was just in their nature. Somewhere distantly, Amber caught the scent of other less than wolf creatures littering the crowd. They too would be in danger if not attentive to the pack that was set to boil over.<br/><br/>"-hey! Easy there pal!" Feeling a shoulder knock into her own during all the excitement, Amber growled low and slow in her throat as she rounded on the unknown wolf.<br/><br/>