So its a little after two in the morning…And you should be sleeping like the rest of the decent folk that lived at the Vineyard..Well if you are the multi color dreadlocked lupa..Your in the kitchen banging around pots and pans and other dishes as you hunt for a mixing bowl. Several boxes of brownie mix,Several empty packages of a cookie dough that a slightly bored Silent grabbed as she walked down the isle were the cookie dough was…And of course a special ingredient that she had picked up at the rodere house. The smell of cookies baking in the oven..And the low sounds of some james morrision played in the back ground.
Bare feet moved over the cool marble floor. The pair of wolves and pug lay close by watching the on goings of their owner their heads tilted to the side.But this went unnoticed by silent as she moved about dancing some to the music as she stirred in the "special" ingredients ....Of course the brownies were really ment for many of the pack...Being that the pack had become a group of well behaved well mannered party poopers...Yes..Party poopers. No the brownies were a bribe to get the rodere here as well for the few 'known" smokers within the pack...As well as her staff at the hookah.
Once one try was done she would set in another...After all they were for a pack of where wolves...And once things were moving with that she pulled out the large binder of designs for the grand opening of the Asylum...That if timed just right....Well things would go off with a bang!