<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tasha/Anna/Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fireside<br/><hr/><br/>Watching as one of the pretty cardinals slipped away from the flicker of the fire's side and out into the writhing crowds, Amber, having drained her first glass already with that neat little up-down motion she'd made, leaned over and flicked at the barrel's tap again. Filling her glass, she mused over the names she'd taken in already. The one who'd just left... Tasha. Wasn't it? No doubt she'd find out later if she stayed around long enough. Hearing one of the other redhead's pipe up, Amber cocked a brow as she turned, glass in hand.<br/><br/>"Oh, is that you who needed the hosing down? You're well enough put together that I couldn't tell with all the sweat and dirt flying around out here tonight." She teased the timid she wolf as she reclined backward onto the flat of her palm. Legs sliding outward, Amber gave a stretch as she sipped at her second glass.<br/><br/>"... I'm kidding. You look worth your salt, no doubt you hoofed it here like I'd expect any self respecting wolf to do." Thinking, Amber taped her nails along the belly of her glass before pointing with one out into the forested expanse behind them. "Yeah. That's right. There was a big, lazy river that bowed along back there off to the south of the farthest cabin. Actually that's where I threw my junk. You're welcome to bunk with me as long as you don't plan on rutting all night like the rest of these beasts."<br/><br/>Despite her earlier intentions, Amber decided to drop a bit of the roughness she'd planned on adopting. Most of these folks seemed harmless, and she'd barked enough already; anymore of that toughness, and she'd no doubt be starting trouble without meaning to. Tonight, at least, she could catch a good buzz and form an alliance or two. She'd have to get something going in case she ran into<em>them.</em>Resisting the shiver that threatened to shake her spine, Amber instead chewed at the scar running across her bottom lip.