3+ Table by Lou!
Talitha was doing well of herself, she just had to have been. Even though there were some accounts of mornings and days that didn't seem to exist (due to the fact she was so drunk that she was blacked out or just remained sleeping her hangover away), she didn't believe Gabriel, her father and Aquila of Inferni, noticed in the least. Gabriel was busy with his own affairs, and Talitha with her own as well. Upon her rather small promotion in rank, it was huge with her. It was her first step into actually doing something useful with her life for once. Despite all the rough starts so far, so far (on some days) she was doing her duty to which her rank called. Making a name for herself, and making a difference. Finally. When there was a jingle that was all too familiar of bottles clinking noisily against one another, that noise was instantly tell-tale and one of the things that made her drop everything else and dash over to investigate.
Her unusually large ears could pick up bottles rubbing and jingling against each other from miles away, and when the sound of bottles was heard, usually that meant someone fetched some loot of alcohol or drink to be hoarded back. Just as to who would do such a thing? Her mind first traveled to Samael, the bony Lykoi she met upon a creamy shoreline not too long ago. Then again, the clinking noise of bottles seemed rather sloppy and too noisy for him to really make a scene of such, and going down the list of members she did know of Inferni, she couldn't figure out who else would make such a noise.
Shifted in Optime, her long legs carried her in swift strides to the border. With each stride taken her nose discerned that whoever was making the noise was an outsider of the pack, and most definitely the stench of wolf was worn upon them. With her stature tall (Talitha was a staggering six foot four in her Optime), shoulders back, ears up and forward, and puffing her chest out proudly as if she was the guardian of the borders herself, there was a low murmur of a rumbling growl that resounded in her throat. What wolf would be so daring as to come an earshot away from the borders, no less want to approach lands that were not too fond of them anyway? Crimson eyes glaring, she stopped upon the wolf at the borders, towering above her and crossing her arms. "What do you want, wolf?" Talitha demanded, her eyes actually catching sight at the collection of bottles first before glancing at the wolf (and noting the strange mismatching set of eyes; kind of freaky), but couldn't help to then stray right back down to the clutch of bottles that was in the wolf's possession.
