Things have been okay since he left the Armada, the transition has been hard though, after living all of his childhood in the Armada he had several memories that made his new life hard to have a good grasp of. But well, knowing him he was sure he would be right on his feet in no time, he just needed time to adjust and that should be fine right? And so far his duties have been to just guarding the pack with everyday patrols and just training as he always did, and in a place of a close-knit group all felt calm and he had the space to grow without having to mind others. And today after he finished his last round of vigilance, he decided to maybe check a nearby land just to make sure they were sitting in a dangerous neighborhood. And like that he was sent off accompanied by Urasa. The day was still beautiful, the sunset was still far so he had plenty of time. "Speak"

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There had been a lot of pressure on her lately with the Reaper competition and with her 'split' from Indigo. Aslatiel had been throwing herself into work and rarely had any time for herself. Well, today she was taking that time. A little bird had told her of some stuff called mead. It was supposed to help you relax. She remembered seeing her father and aunt after drinking the stuff and they seemed to be having a great time. It was her turn.

Pilfering a skin of mead from her aunt Iolaire's stores, Aslatiel would proceed to slink off to the willows where she could hide in a tree and see what this stuff was all about. When she got there, however, she wasn't alone. Drats. Purple eyes rested upon the earthen form of Dunkan. Hmm... she wondered if she could interest him in a drink as well.

"Heyyyyy, Dunkan." Asla grinned, sidling up to the older boy. "Care to have a little fun with me?" Wrapping one paw gently around his foreleg, she motioned for him to follow her under one of the willows with the longest branches. It was like their own personal room. No one would be able to see them in there.

His stroll kept going with his expression as cold as always, posture confident as his legs carried him further into the woods, taking note of what he saw. Willow trees seemed to be common here and he found it curious but not allowing that to come within his face. No one had to see him like that right? He didn't have the obligation of that. And like that he went. But then a familiar voice came upon his ears. Aslatiel. He turned to face her, it was quite some time since he saw her and even less talked to. Seeing her here made his insides ache for what? He didn't know and he didn't care to know, but maybe it was close to missing his previous home. Yes, he did miss it, but little he wanted to let others know that. "Heyyyyy, Dunkan." “Hey Asla,” He answered with his natural cold way of speaking, and sometimes he couldn't help it, this was how he spoke and he could never do so in a less hostile way, and he didnt care if people didn't like his ways. “What kind of fun?” He then felt her paw on his own like leading him. Calmly he followed and found themselves under one of those willows, this one like a room of sorts. “What did you bring?” "Speak"

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Dunkan followed her under the tree and Asla pulled out the thick skin of mead, giving it a little shake to show him. "Its just a fancy drink that my aunt Iolaire makes." The girl lowered her lashes demurely. "I didn't want to drink it alone."

Using her teeth, she pulled the cork free of the bladder and lifted the spout to her lips. The girl took a hefty swig, swallowing quickly. It was.. gross! It didn't taste like water at all. How could adults drink this stuff? It was like spicy, burning berry drink. Eek. Asla made a face and handed the skin of mead to Dunkan. "Your turn." Maybe it tasted better the second time? She was willing to try again.

"Its just a fancy drink that my aunt Iolaire makes." He observed Asla as she pulled a drink from the leather she carried. He couldn’t tell if this was a good idea or not, a part of him screamed him to leave, but for once he ignored his common sense as the curiosity that crawled withing his heart was becoming stronger and harder to overtake. And for that he didnt leave at the end, ending up sitting down before the younger wolf. He watched slightly amused by what Asla did, how she drove the container to her lips, and siping the liquid within her throat. And her frowned face made the male think it twice before even try it. But well, he wasnt a coward so he took the bravery and approached, sniffing it. Oh yes, now he remembered. He remembered a similar smell from a liquid he almost tried back in Asla’s party. And here he was again before it, was this fate? But well he took a deep breath and repeating Aslatiel’s moves he allowed just a sip to go down his throat. His maw wrinkled in disgust. “What the fuck? This tastes like shit.” He commented, it was hard to make him swear but this was just too hard to don’t curse about. But there as he took another bit just to make sure he wasnt imagining stuff he closed his eyes, placing the drink in the ground. There he started to feel weird but he couldn’t tell why. "Speak"

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At first she thought he would back out of thre offer, but Dunkan surprised her by taking the skin and taking a big drink. His reaction brought laughter bubbling up in the young wolf. Asla grinned and took the skin back. Her turn again. "It's supposed to taste better the more you drink." She was sure it was. It had to. How could people drink this crap otherwise?

Lifting the skin, Asla took another huge pull, much larger than the last. Nope. Didn't taste any better. Or did it? Warmth began to fill the small wolfs face and she giggled as she handed it back to Dunkan. "Again!" It was too early to feel drunk, but she could feel the beginnings of something. Her body was hot and her mind began to feel a little foggy. Already she was having fun.

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Dunkan wasnt liking what was happening, he didn’t know if that was wise form him to involve himself in such a situation but it was too late to back down. He wasnt going to run like a coward, and besides, it was fine to be out of the rigid life he placed on himself. He had to start getting out of his shell, not like he was going to become a weal or stupid, but he also comprehended the need to be less of an asshole and more of a wolf. And situations like this could help him remember he was a wolf too, he wasnt another species. As he noted how Aslatiel’s attitude started to change, to become more reckless and fun? How in the world did he think that? This could get themselves in a dangerous position with other predators. But well, there was no need to place his tail between his legs. And as it was his turn again, giving a sigh he drank again but taking it easy. And as he allowed the liquid to crawl within his throat his mind started to feel high, his cold nature fought the silly thoughts that started to sprout from his mind. "Speak"

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"Come ooooon, Dunkan! Lighten up! You're always so stiff!" Rather than take her next drink, she pushed the flask back towards him, prompting him to take another. She wanted the boy to get out of his shell for once. "You're like an old man. You're going to die young if you don't have any fun." She didn't want that. Asla liked Dunkan despite his stoic, stuffy ways. "Drink! Drink! Drink!" She chanted through peals of laughter.

Already she was feeling a bit better. There had been so much negativity in her life lately that his was shaping up to be a fun night even if Dunkan refused to be fun with her. If anything, she could drink and pester him. Maybe someone else would come along to mess with. Anything to get her mind off of the recent happenings in the pack. Ugh... Once Dunkan drank again, she took the mead and tipped it upwards, taking a huge slug. This drink tasted better than the last had, but it was still a little blech.

"Come ooooon, Dunkan! Lighten up! You're always so stiff!" It seemed Asla was already under the effects of the drink as the way she spoke was way different from that of a few minutes ago. And a side of him was worried that she could do actions that could be prejudicial for her well being. But as he added more liquid to his system his mental shields were slowly starting to crack to the point of making him less prompt to keep his common sense intact. And there at the end he just let it slip. As Asla offered him more of the liquor with less hesitation than before he took it and drank more feeling his senses to go null and just letting everything else take over his mind. “Uhhhhh this is funnn.” None since soon infested his speech as he could barely articulate phrases with any thought at all. "Speak"

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"Aslatiel Fatalis" Dunkan seemed to take her words to heart. A moment later he took a huge slug of the drink and after a while confessed that he was enjoying himself. "Finally! I thought you were never going to loosen up." The girl scoffed playfully and batted at the earthen boy with one paw. After taking another drink herself, Asla handed the flask back to her friend and dropped to the ground. She rolled on her back, scratching an itch between her shoulder blades. The action made the world spin and she giggled a bit. "You can't take life so seriously, Dunkan. No one gets out alive." Asla was of the firm belief that you absolutely had to enjoy yourself no matter what you did. If something wasn't making Dunkan happy, then he needed to change something in his life.