10-14-2011, 04:09 PM
He heard someone approach, and pretended not to notice, eating and drinking calmly. At Helote's remark- he took it as a complement- he put the meat down in his lap, glanced over his shoulder at Helotes and wiped a drop of alcohol from the corner of his mouth with his arm. Greetings to you, too. His eyes glanced up and down the black- furred newcomer, eyes glancing up and down. his hackles rose slightly at the new scent, cigarettes and the familiar twinge of Inferni, added to the newcomer's personal scent. I don't believe we've met.He echoed, and took another swig of his vodka. It was good, brewed by werewolves. None of the disgusting flavoring that humans used to put into their drinks. The coyote uncrossed his legs, touching the staff with his foot.Not that I know many people out here as it is. He turned to pick another chunk of meat from the slab he'd been working at for about four days now. He popped the piece into his mouth. It was goat, very good despite being cooked over old wood.