It was rare that Iris walked into the tavern, a cold dreadful place full of idiots that stared and gawked, but every so often, she had to go in, they did buy her meat after all. Iris entered the tavern, her back hunched dressed from head to toe in animal pelts, the white wolf head hanging over her own like a hooded cape, hiding most of her face. Down on the counter she threw a string of rabbits, still bloody, their drippings evident on her face and body. In exchange for the creatures, Iris received a handful of coins and a bottle of alcohol. She didn't drink it that often, but the tavern didn't seem TOO busy tonight, so she moved to a booth and began to drink, settling in.