Sounds good. And, she'll be nicer later on. 
5+ Table by Lou!
The hybrid let her fingers do what they wished to do with manipulating the strings. Her fingers took on a whole new meaning of life that wasn't guided by her thoughts (well, it was, but there were some strokes of her fingers that were random). Some notes here, progressing into a structured tune there, and then dropping back to random notes plucked along the worn, thin strings of the acoustic. Some notes came out wobbly sounding, and it was a permanent reminder in the back of her mind that she needed to venture to Halifax in order to scavenge some new strings for her guitar. Halifax was littered with music shops, although most of the contents within them were either rusted out from time or simply broken. There had to have been some good strings somewhere (and perhaps some music books she would be able to grab onto to learn some songs), so it was in her prerogative that on the way back, a quick stop in Halifax to look for some items would be on her agenda.
The effects of her whiskey began to mildly play in, as her tolerance was slipping and making the mood more enjoyable for herself. Drinking and strumming away on the acoustic was a favored past time of hers, perhaps one that had been missed for too long while she was out on the road on her own. With the sounds of her wobbly sounding tunes and her whiskey by her side, it was going to make for a relaxing day in her solitude. She missed how much time she used to have sitting around doing nothing but making up tunes to play, and for a moment was quite content with finding her ways back home again, and having the free time once again to sit around, play, and drink. Talitha feared coming back home for the fact her father might be angry with her, but things were actually working out well so far (despite the couple nights of nightmares that plagued her).
Her unusually large coyote and shepherd ears were so focused upon her notes and perfecting their sound that she didn't hear the drop of branches of another creature that was actually high up in the trees. She didn't have any clue to such until there was something very heavy sounding to drop down on a branch, and she heard the slight creak in the branch's wood to support the weight of the mass that came down upon it. Her fingers went astray, belting out a horrible sounding note as her blood red eyes blinked as something of a stark white figure dropped down not too far away from her.
It was wolf, pure wolf. There was a huge fang or claw artifact around her neck in a custom made necklace, and upon her forehead there was something like a tribal tattoo of a crescent moon with points protruding from it from four different angles. The woman looked quite tall of herself, with long legs and a long tail, and Talitha was baffled how this tall woman (or rather the branch itself) was able to stabilize upon the limb which looked like it could break at any moment. There was a couple more blinks to come from Talitha before she sat up straight and leaned forward slightly. "What the hell are you doing up there?" Talitha asked, as it was her own little greeting in return. Really, though, what the hell was a wolf of all things doing hanging around in a tree? Talitha began to figure the whole race of wolves were beginning to lose their sanity (which could be a good thing for the coyotes and the hybrids who didn't like wolves, since they could finally become extinct from their stupidity).
