<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/>"Yeah, I don't think anybody's really meant to be alone." Dark Claw mused as they walked back towards the grill. "I mean it could be the snark." He shrugged and shot Dove a small grin. It did not last, as she mentioned her parents were dead. Dead parents did put a damper on pretty much anything. "That's rough." Dark Claw said with genuine feeling. A lot of Werewolves lost their mundane families when they were turned, since it was a whole thing to keep it secret. He did not know Dove well enough to offer more. It felt to him just plain arrogant to try to say anything else.<br/><br/>"I don't ask for much from my pack. Just be nice, keep sass to an acceptable level, and don't do anything to break the Accords or piss of the Shadowhunters." Dark Claw said. "I mean the last is a pretty big ask but that's the bare minimum for anyone, really. And, as for the Accords, it's like . . . it's like mundane law, you know? You need to be a lawyer to really understand all of it. But the basics are: don't reveal anything about the Downworld to Mundanes; don't harm Mundanes; do what the Shadowhunters say. The ones around here are<em>mostly</em>okay people who'll try to take you in, give you a trial, and won't come after you in the first place if they don't have a really strong reason to suspect you. But usually they don't come around except to ask questions."<br/><br/>By this time Nakia came over. Dark Claw gave a small chuckle. "This's redemption for Craig. He might've let things get burnt a little last time, but I'm sure it'll be fine this time." The scent wafting from the barbeque bore this out as they got closer. Craig was proving himself worthy of the confidence the pack leader placed in him and the second chance he was granted. Dark Claw watched Nakia snatch a sausage off the grill just with her fingers and then went and grabbed a napkin and a bun, putting one of the bratwursts in and handing it off to Dove.<br/><br/>"This's Dove of Winter. Like the soap, I guess." Dark Claw replied to Nakia, as he fixed a bratwurst for himself. "We've got fixings." He told Dove. They had low sodium and low sugar Heinz ketchup, French's yellow mustard, and Heinz relish. Dark Claw liberally doused his bratwurst in mustard, to the point where it might seem like he should just squeeze the bottle directly into his own mouth. Could he even taste the bratwurst under<em>that</em>much mustard, even with a Werewolf's enhanced sense of taste? Dark Claw began to munch away on his bratwurst.<br/><br/>He gave Craig a thumb's up. "Strong work, m'boy." Craig gave a small, proud nod to acknowledge Dark Claw's praise.