Southwestern Werewolf

Take your gaze off the alert-eyed bartender, look past the unkempt long-haired man-boy--you needn’t fear the shotgun he so casually carries. See the woman in the back of the bar, lazily drinking Jack Daniels in her charcoal jeans and silk top? Yeah, that’s her. She scans the place for two specific people, absentmindedly fingers the beads in her necklace given to her by friends. Turquoise to signify the land to which she is uniquely tied, pearls for transformation, and a mother-of-pearl disk that quietly proclaim to anyone in the know, that she is a werewolf.
Settling back, she awaits the arrival of the two hunters with whom she will meet…

Background drawing used with permission from Indigo Tallcake of Frackin' Hackeysack blog.