[Oh, a man after her own heart. The wolf could definitely drink nearly anyone under the table if they dared to go toe-to-toe with her - she can drink sake powerful enough to knock out an eight-headed, mountain-sized serpent with just a mouthful and not get even the tiniest bit tipsy - but she does tend to sleep off the spirits...or just sleep, period. This wolf, for all her impatience, can be terribly lazy when she doesn't want to do something, or isn't interested enough to pay attention.
Ammy barely buckles from the hard and friendly clap, huffing as she has indeed polished off both her drink and her meal as well. Wheezing a sort of airy chuckle, almost like a hyena's cackle, or even a fox's chortle, the wolf shakes her head. Honestly? She doesn't do a thing, and tips on care of that sort ought not to be taken from her. Ammy hates baths, or just getting her fur too wet, and would be much happier rolling around in the grass and dirt any day. Her fluff is soft, and her fur is actually a rich white, but...give it time. Once the snow melts and the mud is thick she will be more brown than white, at least around her legs and underbelly.]
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Ammy barely buckles from the hard and friendly clap, huffing as she has indeed polished off both her drink and her meal as well. Wheezing a sort of airy chuckle, almost like a hyena's cackle, or even a fox's chortle, the wolf shakes her head. Honestly? She doesn't do a thing, and tips on care of that sort ought not to be taken from her. Ammy hates baths, or just getting her fur too wet, and would be much happier rolling around in the grass and dirt any day. Her fluff is soft, and her fur is actually a rich white, but...give it time. Once the snow melts and the mud is thick she will be more brown than white, at least around her legs and underbelly.]