Denalyn

*raises her head at Gter's entrance, her tail wags and she whimpers an apology.*

*curls up on the chair with a bowl. Smiling to herself, Den pours whiskey into it. Puttin the bottle down, she shapes hits into a large green wolf and proceeds to happily lap at the whiskey.*

Mother. *Den smiles and tips her bottle to the gorgeous raven-haired beauty.*

Denalyn walks into the den, her dark green hair sliding over her denim clad shoulders. Reaching behind the bar in the corner, she grabs a bottle of whiskey and flops down into an overstuffed chair throwing a casual leg over the arm. She watches the door expectantly and takes a pull of the bottle sighing contently.

A new off-game thread giving our pack a place to talk and leave messages for one another. Although humans can come and participate, this is mainly for the pack.. You've been fuckin warned ^,..,^ The room is a hollowed out bar on the interstate. The walls are rough timber with concert posters and some graffiti layered over each other. A bar stands in the corner fully stocked. Several overstuffed chairs and sofas litter the room with a huge four post bed opposite the bar, oddly out of place with the rest of the decor. There is a single door besides entrance. If you listen closely muffled moans and the sounds of chains can be heard from within. A brass plate on the door simply states: "Nightshade" almost daring you to enter.