*One of the Tables creaks and tilts sideways as a hatch below it opens up, revealing a small, darken tunnel. From this tunnel, the top part of a head emerges. The Head is covered in thick black and filth covered fur, sporting a pair of pointed wolf ears. A pair of sunken and tired red eyes peer over the lip of the tunnel, seeing if anyone is around. Seeing now one, a severely emaciated werewolf, covered in grim, old wounds and scars, it's one thread bare robes now in tatters, pulls it's self free of the tunnel. It's head whips back and forth at the slightest sounds, looking like it's ready to bolt as it creeps it's way over to where the Food, Booze and Medical Supplies are stored. Once there, it proceeds to eat with ravenous abandon and try to drink it's self into a Coma, Spilling food and booze all over the place while also trying to treat it's wounds at the same time.*