Coyote in a Werewolf World

Mercy had flung herself on her bed to read a historical romance. Early attempts at keeping her side of the room neat had totally failed, leaving random piles of stuff all over the place. She was tired of the constant rain and was on her third attempt to find a book that wasn't gloomy and full of rain itself. The discarded books were getting tossed into a corner with a thud and a disgusted groan.

She was completely open to being disturbed.


[ooc: Door and post are both wide open!]