Il n'y avait pas deux façons, Clay était sur le bord. Cet endroit, ces lycans, la pleine lune proche, les nuits sans sommeil et les cauchemars sans fin... Il était prêt à craquer.
D'abord une odeur faible a atteint ses narines réveillant l'anxiété, un ruisseau dans le sol a suscité son attention et puis le flou soudain des ombres l'a jeté en mode survie!
En un instant, il a tiré, assis debout dans le lit, son bras vient furieusement fouetter autour de Willow. Lorsqu'il s'arrête soudain devant elle, il y a un fort « clic » alors qu'il appuie sur le marteau métallique d'un grand « forgeron et wesson » en acier noir.44 revolver magnum dirigé droit sur sa tête.
L'odeur de l'argent alchimique même perceptible à son propre sens cassé de l'odeur.
"Que fais-tu ici?" Il grogne furieusement. Ses yeux trainent autour du reste de la pièce alors qu'il essaie de clignoter le sommeil loin.
Name: Willow Watersong
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Rank: Adult Female
Trade: Maid/Cleaner
Upright Appearance:   7.0 nose to tail, 143 pounds. 
Personality: Willow is extremely shy. She likes cleaning for herself and others often times because it doesn't require talking to other people. Willow does go manic sometimes, cleaning quicker and more intense. If she doesn't have anything to do in those times, she becomes very bouncy, unable to keep still. Though she doesn't like talking to people, she does love to help and comfort others and enjoys the company of others.
History: Willow was given her gift from her mothers side, though her mother died at birth. It was quite a surprise to her father when he found out and he ended up throwing her out at a young age. She tracked down her mothers pack from clues left in her mothers diary and quietly blended into the pack life. She doesn't hold any grudges against her father and she threw herself into whatever was needed of her to hold what little place she had in the pack life.