<div class="floatleft"><strong>Anna Lochlynn</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nathaniel, Harley, Tasha<br/><strong>Location:</strong> By the fire<br/>(http://i40.tinypic.com/jtvqdw.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><em>"i would like to shake the hand of the gutsy dog that had the nerve to turn a hunters daughter"</em><br/><br/>His words, though innocent, stirred a pain inside her. She glanced away for a moment, letting everyone get in what they had to say. She glanced to Harley as he spoke, but still said nothing. She felt his eyes on her for a moment, feeling slightly uneasy.<br/><br/>"He saved me," She said to Nathaniel finally, "He didn't just turn me to turn me. If it weren't for him, I'd be dead. And he died for me." She shrugged, "I'm sure you don't care about the details. But I can be useful." She looked to the girl, who looked terrified. She gave her a pleasant enough smile. "I know it's scary. Just know you're where you're suppose to be." She smiled, looking over at those who were bringing the food and wine over. Her mouth watered at the sight of food, a deep rumbling hum sounding in her throat when it was finally close enough for her to grab. She accepted the wine, and the food, shoveling as much of it into her face as she could, before washing it all down with large gulps of wine.<br/><br/>"Excuse my manners. I'm just... starving." She said before she took another drink of her wine. She glanced around again, this time feeling more comfortable, and a bit more at ease. The sights and smells interested her, but she didn't feel the need to join in the werewolf orgy that was taking place. Or, rather the multiple ones. Maybe something was wrong with her. Or maybe it was that she had all ready found and lost her mate. Did wolves mate for life? She shrugged it off for now, turning to the quiet blonde man.<br/><br/>"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking." Her eyes moved to Nathaniel, "And you too, for that matter."