12-20-2008, 10:47 PM
(Trice dislikes hybrids for the most part and hates coyotes, and there are way too many of the former if you ask her)
Cicatrice had no trouble with her eyes, which took the male's measure as she approached. He wore some human clothes, while she, with her long furred pelt, did not. He also wore eye glasses perched on his dark muzzle. She smiled at that, because, well, he was a werewolf wearing eyeglasses. Not that she thought his need for them to be of any amusement. She looked dubiously at the bottle of liquid he wielded with some mild interest, "What is it?" She asked canting her head to one side. This shop smelled of something similar to fruit fermenting in the sun. Cicatrice had never tried alcohol, and had little interest in the stuff, still it would give her the opportunity to meet this unknown wolf.
Cicatrice had no trouble with her eyes, which took the male's measure as she approached. He wore some human clothes, while she, with her long furred pelt, did not. He also wore eye glasses perched on his dark muzzle. She smiled at that, because, well, he was a werewolf wearing eyeglasses. Not that she thought his need for them to be of any amusement. She looked dubiously at the bottle of liquid he wielded with some mild interest, "What is it?" She asked canting her head to one side. This shop smelled of something similar to fruit fermenting in the sun. Cicatrice had never tried alcohol, and had little interest in the stuff, still it would give her the opportunity to meet this unknown wolf.