Wolf Pack

Over the horizon a speck appears. Slowly it's features form, and a speck is transformed into a full sized dust cover van with a jet black paint job. Clouds of dust are thrown into the air as the v-8 roars wide open as it nears. Evey so often a flame is evedent out of the tail pipe resulting from a backfire. The van enters the shabby gravel lot and skids to a stop. With a final back fire the engine is killed. From the van came a fairly large man. A cloud of dust rises when both of his black leather cowboy boots thud on the ground at the same time as he slides out . He strides to the front door, his black leather jacket flapping slightly in the breeze due to his pace. Upon entering his steel blue eyes quickly canvas the room for any obvious signs of trouble over the top of his black mirrored sun glasses, before removing them slowly, folding them, and placing them in an inside pocket of his jacket which bears the red profile of a howling wolfs head with crossed swords behind it on its back. Seeing nothing that he would consider a threat he heads toward the bar. He can heard a slight crunching under his boot heels as he crushes what he can only hope is remaines of someones meal. As he walks, his eyes canvas the room looking for a man...they used to work together, but Taren had heard years ago that Raven had died. Arriving at the bar he slides himself upon a slightly torn leather stool looking for the tender, not seeing one he places both of his hands palms down on the bar, a slight grin, like that of a child preparing to sneek past mommy to the cookie jar, grows on his face. He, using his uper body strength, lifts himself up over the bar, keeping his legs parallel with the bar untill they clear, then sets himself down behind the bar almost silently.
He then proceeds to scan the shelves of unopened bottles and mumbles, more to himself than anyone else, “No…no…no…Ah ha.” He picks up a slightly dusty bottle from the third shelf, turns and grabs a high ball glass off the shelf. He then walks back toward his stool pausing only long enough to scoop his glass trough the ice bin.He places both the glass and bottle on the bar and placing both hands on the bar once more, bending his knees and kicking his legs over his head, inverting himself, holding himself there momentarily, then lowerling himself onto his stool where he started.