Lines in the Sand

[Firebringer]

It felt strange, inviting so many wolves into the heart of their territory. In fact, Matthew had started to feel a slight twinge any time he thought about the number of Herd passing through here and the rest of his territory. It made little sense; it was the Herd that made their territory what it was. Yet despite all attempts at reason, he could not push out that primal whisper that demanded that anything sacred should be kept pure of outsiders.

Forcing back his slight unease, he sits at the bar across from his Beta. For now, simply ... waiting.

[Forn Clakes]

Vinny takes one final drag on his cigarette before dropping it to the floor and stamping it dead. He then entered Gypsy's with a smile on his face and removed his beanie, letting his ever-growing hair free from the hat. He also removed the earbuds of his iPhone and switched off the sounds of Prodigy's classic 'Fat of the Land'.

Seeing Matt and Sally already in attendance, Vinny's smiled grew in size as he headed over, holding out his hand to one and then the other.

"Evening to the both of you, thanks for the invite. I hope Luna shines well in you're territory?"

[Matt]

Jordan Arrives at Gypsies, still in his uniform. He removed his backpack as he approached the bar.

"Hey guys. Thanks for the invite."

[Lesingnon]

The rapid clicking of heels on sidewalk, though through the door they were barely audible to the Urathas' keen senses, foretells Chantay's arrival a second or two before she comes into view. She's still wearing a formal business suit and looks just a touch haggard. Seems like someone was stuck late at the office before hurrying over to the restaurant. Regardless, the woman moves with her customary grace and poise.

She flashes a smile to the other Uratha present, her eyes flitting between them as she noted who was present. Just one who she didn't know. Though, unless he was from the Heart of Granite, it didn't seem as though anyone from that pack had arrived yet. Which was a bit of a relief since nothing of importance was likely to have been discussed with only two packs represented. "Good evening."

And even before she's finished speaking another figure slips through the door before it can close. Female, Romani of descent, and completely unremarkable in appearance. She doesn't spare the room a second glance, as if she already knows everything of importance about it. Despite that, the smile she gave the Shadow Seeker's alpha was warm and genuine. "Matthew, it's been too long."

[Alison Yates]

Alison walked into the restaurant with a smile and on her heels was Matt. Wasn't exactly sure about the entire purpose of the evening, but it at least sounded like it could be productive.

Looking around she waived to those already present that she knew and then made a beeline for the food.

Turning to Matt as she walked she spoke jokingly, "Last one to the food is a rotten egg."

When she arrived she wrinkled her nose slightly at the sight of the veggies and quickly realizing how rude that was stopped hoping no one saw. Loading up on wings and a few of the vegetables to be polite and not hog all the meat she then moved to join the others.

"Hey guys long time no see."

[MethodofDestruction]

Starflower comes in scant seconds behind Digger, though how he kept up is left to his packmate to wonder. "I think Chans already inside" he says, following his packmate into the bar. Once inside, though, he sees his Elodoth already politicking her way around the room, and prevents from opening his mouth unless necessary.

While his smell isnt typically out of place for a Uratha....he smelled like a combination of burning rope and dirt, which suffice it to say would offend the nostrils of the Herd. Thats what spending half your waking hours in a hole in the ground, smoking weed will do. he thinks to himself, catching a whiff of week-old deodorant that was now, simply, odorant.