<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/Group mention/Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fireside<br/><hr/><br/>Listening to the back and forth between the small posse she and the rest of the wolves about the fire made up, Amber couldn't help but let her grin creep wider and wider. Fueled by the heat of the fire, the perfume of sex, and the glow from the wine as she finished her second cup, she poured herself a third cup. Savoring the heady blend of spices of properly ripened fruit and autumn spices, the she wolf took another leisurely sip from her glass, and drank in the various dips and peaks of emotion that pulsed outward from her unlikely companions. Steve's confliction, Anna's innocent need, Harley's burgeoning lust, Jacyln's unyielding curiosity; they all played a part in the symphony of smells that flooded Amber's senses. A heady musk in the very least, it churned itself around in her wine soaked brain into a convoluted ball of chaos. And what benefited chaos best? More chaos. And a good measure of<em>I don't give a fuck</em>.<br/><br/>"Come on little Anna, let's go relax in the water." Her tone left little room for argument despite it's flippant nature. Waving a hand, Amber proceeded to upend and down her third glass. The wine didn't all make it into her mouth, and where it didn't, found outlets at the corners of her mouth that trickled down in dark, red rivulets along her clavicles; all of which disappeared wantonly beneath the low neck of her gauzy tunic. Wiping her mouth with the back of the same hand that'd tipped her glass, Amber gasped contently and stooped to curl a short, powerful arm around the remainder of the wine barrel.<br/><br/>"I'll protect you from the big, bad wolves horning about this place. A girl can use some 'me time' once in a while, yeah?" Laughing now, Amber's glass dangled precariously from her fingertips as she gestured around the fire, index finger extended. "Any peeping Tom's be warned now. If you're staring at my bare ass while I'm trying to relax, beware the claws and teeth that follow." Turning that finger to Anna, Amber gave the fresh wolf a more sober expression and popped her head in the direction of the water. "Still wanna' wash up?"<br/><br/>