There was some event going on that had dragged in a decent crowd of people. Being among that many wolves made her skin crawl, and she took slow, calming breaths to steady herself. Her alpha was here, as well as other members if her family dotted amongst the crowd. It was okay, she was going to be okay. This was a chance to get out of her comfort zone, right?

She found the refreshment table, and took a cup for herself. Feeling oddly like a theft as she did so. What had she done to contribute to this affair?

She took a sip, and- oh God, was that Noir? She didn't even know her half brother was still around. He had vanished about the same time she was kidnapped, and it didn't even occur to her that he might be alive. Had she really considered his life or death with such little consequence? Even with everything going on inside her brain... it was wrong. Seeing him brought back the memory of the day she hidden things in his bedding. It was a life time ago now, and she couldn't recall what she had stuffed in there. He had found it and come looking for her. He had planned to hurt her, and Poem had stepped in the way. Another prime example of her sister jumping into the line of fire to save little Motif. Gods, she didnt deserve her sister.

The more she thought about it all, the more her stomach rolled. Or was that from the drink? What was in this stuff anyway? It left a funny taste in her mouth, and she felt like she was resting on a cloud... or a boat on the sea. Was the world rocking?

Hyperion was drawn to the gathering like a moth to flame. Word of mouth had got him started in the right direction but the sounds of revelry was what had kicked him into high gear. He knew fun when he heard it and the thought of a big group of people enjoying themselves without him in the thick of it was just too horrifying to entertain for long. No, that wrong needed to be righted asapity. They didn’t know what they were missing.

He slid onto the scene and felt compelled to check his pulse because if there was a heaven - not that he’d ever really considered the idea - it would have to be like this. There were containers of what he assumed were fun things strewn haphazardly around the beach. More were piled on a cart in the center and around it all, looking appetizing as hell, were dozens of beautiful partygoers.

Where to start, where to start... Ah, there, by herself and looking a bit like a baby seal in a sea of sharks, was a very tall, very lovely woman (Motif). Hyperion simply couldn’t resist. The scarlet land shark circled closer all the while eyeballing those closest to her to see if he was going to have to fend off any potential rivals. Seeing none, he sidled up to her.

Looking a bit lost himself, Hyperion glanced at Motif as if seeing her for the first time and commented, “It’s...a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

All she had wanted to do was slip off and sneak a few of the mushrooms her mother so often stored above the height of the younger wolves. She had seen others partake, but had never experienced them herself. Macha had told her they could offer great clarity if you found yourself emotionally stuck, and it wasn’t that Sedna was resentful of her position... she just... wanted to know where to step next. She wasn’t used to being so indecisive. She chewed and settled herself among the dunes, eyes drifting closed as she waited... and waited... Maybe she hadn’t eaten enough? (of course she had, youngsters were always so impatient), so she took another and heaved a disappointed sigh. Maybe these weren’t what she thought they were? (The were).

At first the distant ruckus had been enough to keep the Archer-Lyall clear, but as the night drew on, and the volume increased, others easily making their way down to the shores of the beach, her ears had tuned forward, forehead creasing with curiosity. The scent of liquor and sound of merriment finally got the better of her as she moved in closer to see what was going on. There were bodies everywhere, that seemed to sway in the patchy light like they were dancing. Her pupils dilated and she felt like she was floating as she wandered closer, stopping to take a drink here, a sip there, coughing as one particular concoction burned her throat. For someone used to sneaking fermented apples from the orchard in order to get drunk, these wolves really had their shit down to a fine art. Her pupils were dilated and she had a stupid grin plastered to her face, not noticing that she had started giggling, then suddenly stopped just as abruptly. Maybe she was being incredibly rude? Perhaps she wasn’t meant to be here? But then nobody seemed upset.

She silently shrugged, adding what was left of her fungi to the collection of piles that littered the sand. There it was... Maybe she shouldn’t have topped herself off after all...

“Oh!” she said, startled when a wolf came up beside her. He had the prettiest flaming star across her eyes. Like a little flower bud. His silver eyes seemed open and earnest, and he was just a smidge smaller than herself. With the drink making the world spin a little, her mouth began to form the most earnest smile she had made this year. “It is! You are!” she agreed. No, wait, had she said that outloud.

She placed a paw over her mouth, looking a little alarmed at what had bubbled out, she snickered softly behind the paw, surprised at the bubbly happy emotion riding in her stomach. “Oh, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I’m Motif” she introduced herself. A blush tingling her cheeks. Why had she come here? So many wolves, so much noise, it was so much.

Distracted by hunger, Stjarna had separated from the siblings long enough to catch a nice, fat rabbit. Not wishing to be left completely behind Star raced after the rest of the family, finally catching up to them on a shimmering beach populated with wolves drinking and partying. Wow… just wow. Star slung the rabbit across their shoulders and followed Cicero over to a cart full of drinks, snatching one of the wines unwittingly before she could put one of her potions in it. Stjarna couldn't say no to a good wine, especially with dinner!

Star picked out a good place to eat, drink and watch. Not being the most social of the siblings, they didn't really know where to start in a crowd this big. Maybe it would be good to get the hide off the rabbit first and save that for something. Star tipped their head to the side and worked an upper and lower canine into the belly, snipping along it and allowing the guts to spill. Star immediately gulped them down with a big gulp of wine. Nothing better than a rich red wine!

Svala kept her focus on her projects but she had to admit the relaxed, celebratory atomsphere was beckoning her to unwind a bit. She took a swig from her bottle of white wine, letting the warm liquid slide down her throat before she added some to the bottle with the dried lavender to create a tincture. She put the bottle away before she could be further tempted. Setting the tincture aside she scooted the bowl with the fat and leaves over to the fire where the fat could melt and soak up the properties of the elder bark. There, now with that done… Svala gazed out at the revelry before her, shaking her head for a moment. Didn't these wolves know about STD's? Well, she didn't have any cures for that but she could help keep some of them hydrated if they wanted. "I'm going to make some tea, anyone want any? I see a lot of alcohol but not much for food or fresh water. It won't do to get dehydrated!" Svala rummaged around, pulling out the rest of her bowls. What should she make? Well, peppermint tea sounded like a good option for herself. She laid out a piece of hide and set a small bundle of dried mint onto the hide which she began to mash up with her paw. "Talk" "You" Think

Picking up the first spear in his jaws he trotted over to a large rock. Carefully repositioning the spear in his mouth so that his jaws were closer to the tip he wanted to sharpen he prepared to start sharpening. He eyed the rock for a moment then started rubbing the end of the spear against the rock as he worked to make a sharpened point. It took some doing but with a little persistence he soon had a basic spear.

Yay, that was one done. Now for the other one

Shilah pulled out a stick of pine pitch. Taking it in his jaws he leaned over toward the fire to warm it to the point that it was sticky and oozing enough to fill the notch. He took the pine pitch back over to the end of the spear and lightly pressed the pine pitch into the notch. He then set the pine pitch down and picked up the spearhead. He carefully pressed the back end of the spearhead into the notch, using one of his paws to hold the spear steady. He held the spearhead into the spear until the pine pitch dried enough so that the spearhead wouldn't move out of place.

Skælingr moved to his travois and pulled out a bundle of sticks and wood logs for preparing a fire. He set down two logs leaving a space between them. Then he set two more crosswise on top of the first two, continuing to leave a space. Next, Skælingr took a number of small sticks from his kindling bundle and added them to the middle. He carefully arranged them then added dead leaves and pine needles on top for kindling. There that was done. Skælingr meandered back over to the lump of clay just sitting there on the rock and he began to work and knead it. He wanted to make sure he got any air bubbles out of the clay so it would break or crack as it dried. Especially as he planned to fire these eventually. Once he was sure it was well kneaded he rolled it into a rough spherical shape. "Speech"

With the feverfew separated into root and tops Ragna pulled two bowls off her travois, removing the hide that had been layered between them for safe travel. She took the tops and laid them in one bowl, muddling the herbs with her claws so that they'd release more of their properties. For the root she picked it up in her mouth then trotted over to the ocean to give it a quick rinse. When she returned she added the root to the empty bowl and scratched at it with her claws to loosen up the flesh a bit more. She glanced up to see Skælingr distracted with his clay again. "Honey? Are you going to finish starting the fire?" She'd need it before he did. The tops of the fever few would have to be brought up to a boil for a proper infusion.

Thalia was distracted, unsurprisingly so, as she tried to focus on anything but Theory and what she was doing. She had no clue why she she was here, in a setting like this, and she wasn't sure if what she was feeling was disgust or rage or... maybe something else entirely? Jealousy? No, that didn't make sense. Either way she pulled her attention toward Shilah and what he was doing, which seemed to be like... chewing a stick. The truth was that talking to some guy chewing on a stick was far more appealing to her than a majority of what was going on right now. The smell of lust seemed to linger in the air, and she decided it was far from pleasant. The smell of shaved wood was far more appetizing.

"No, thank you," she rejected his offer of ale quickly. Not being able to think clearly didn't sound appealing to her, but then again.... maybe if it helped her not think at all...? No, drinking wasn't on the agenda tonight, or probably ever. She shook her head as if to reaffirm her answer. Regardless, she moved to sit beside him, a bit closer than she normally would. That wasn't really saying much though - she had no interest in being physical with anyone here (or really anyone at all, ever), with the exception of one wolf, a wolf who was definitely not the one beside her. "I know a few wolves, but not many," she admitted. Her gaze drifted back to Theory, as casually as she could - and she felt her stomach sink as she saw who she was talking to. Fel. What could she possibly be doing with Fel? Maybe coming here hadn't been a great idea. "I'm not really sure why I'm here, to be honest," she commented, a bit more stiffly than she meant.

With the peppermint good and mashed up Svala took a moment to scoot one of the ceramic bowls closer to herself. She folded the hide and picked up the folded side, tipping her head to pour the mashed dried mint into the bowl. There, that was one bowl of tea. She ought to make some more. Though, she didn't want to waste her herbs either. What if no one accepted her offer? She knew of wolves that drank fermented substances on purpose to act as silly as they could, even poison themselves. This seemed to be one of those groups. Well, at least she could be on hand if someone did something stupid and hurt themselves. In the mean time she had a number of different dried herbs with her and she figured she ought to go ahead and make a tisane. Svala laid out the piece of hide again and dumped some dried chamomile and some dried peppermint on the hide. This would be a good mix for upset stomach. Now where did her other waterskin go. She had two and… ugh there it was. It must've slipped out of her bundle. She padded over to pick it up and as she did she over heard another woman speaking. She glanced up at the young woman."Glad to see I'm not the only one wondering what I'm doing here. I was hoping to enjoy the summer night and get some things made. Wasn't expecting something so raucous." She followed the other woman's gaze. "See a friend of yours?" "Talk" "You" Think

The scent of, well he wasn't sure what, finally had made its way over to the armada lands and Magnus couldn't lie that he was a bit curious. He hadn't a clue what was going on until he got there and heard the commotion. Sounding like some kind of party, he approached cautiously and was a bit surprised by what he saw. Hardly recognizing anyone, he shrugged and continued on anyway to investigate whatever was going on tonight.

With the plethora of containers and things spread across the beach, he strode over to check them out. While the smell was strong and nothing like he'd ever smelled before, it hardly stopped him from trying it out. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time, so maybe this foul smelling liquid had something to do with it. With a little more courage than he probably should have had, he took a large gulp of a drink and instantly regretted it. It had a horrible taste, so bitter and strong. Nearly choking on the foul taste and large drink, he coughed and hacked a bit and shook his head. Any more drinks like that and he'd be drunk in no time. He was already starting to feel a little funny, actually. What was this stuff?

A lazy, lopsided grin slowly broke across Hyperion's features as he listened to the woman stumble around an introduction. It may have bothered her, but he found it endearing. The roundabout, unintended insult didn't hurt any either and he rather liked knowing where she stood. Of course it didn't come as a surprise. He knew what he looked like. It would have been more surprising if she'd curled her lip at him and walked away in disgust. His coat was vibrant and busy; comparing him to the party was apt. He took it as a compliment.

"Not rude at all. You speak your mind; that's a valuable thing." He knew it was a gaffe but saying that wasn't to his advantage. "It's nice to meet you, Motif. I'm Hyperion." The group was busy and the buzz of conversation was getting louder by the second. Hyperion glanced around as though a bit overwhelmed by the noise. He then glanced back at Motif and gave her a small smile. "Would you...want to go somewhere to talk?" He motioned to a quieter place on the edge of the party. There they would be able to speak in normal tones and they wouldn't have to dodge too many party goers. He also, maybe, wouldn't have to share Motif with anyone else. "Over there, maybe? I feel like I'm going to be dodging cart bound drunks if I stand here too long," he said with a laugh.

Not one, but three of her siblings were here. Gross! What were they doing traipsing around this cesspool of lust? She was disappointed, but there was nothing that she could do about it. The smallest of them, they could just hoist her over their shoulder and she'd be powerless against them. The dark lady was only glad that they hadn't spied her. Or at least they hadn't cared enough to pull her out from under the cart and make a spectacle. She loved her siblings, but they could be real pains in the ass sometimes. Silver eyes narrowed each time someone came to the cart to pilfer a drink with her herbal concoction inside. It seemed as though the aphrodisiac was working so far. Many pairs had meandered off down the beach where the light of the fire didn't touch. It was a little amusing that so many wished for privacy. She half expected at least one of the bunch to start rutting right here in the open. Cicero curled her paws beneath her chest much like a cat. She was going to stay here all night. There was research to be done and she was the only one to do it. If the potion was everything that she hoped it would be, she'd be able to bottle it and sell it to wolves who needed that extra kick in the bedroom. Imagine all of the items she could trade for. Cicero imagined herself rolling in piles of flasks, containers and herbs. Ah, what more could a girl want in life? "Speech"

The blue lady made her way along the dark beach, the sand felt warm against her light pads, tingling from the heat of the day. The scent of her siblings lingered along the territory, mixed in with an assortment of people from every walk of life. From loners to pack wolves, the majority of which were strangers to her. A few of her brothers flirted with handsome or beautiful specimens. None of which, of course, were as beautiful as the Aracari. Alas, not everyone could compete with the flame of their beauty. One small wolf curled on dainty silver paws, watching the party-goers with too-sharp eyes. That wolf was her destination, though she was not above flicking her tail or offering a coy smile to any wolf that caught her eye from here to there.   “Cicero, love, what mischief have you cooked?” she teased, recognising the scheming expression on her dear sisters face. She only wanted to know in case she would need to throw herself between Circero and danger in the middle of the night. She didn’t want to be too distracted by flirting if her sister needed an extra pair of eyes. "Talk" "Listen" Think

The monochromatic girl gasped as more of her siblings showed, including Lorikeet. What was she doing at this debauchery fest!? The tiny wolf was appalled. Her jaw dropped as her sister flirted with those around her. She was flirting! Silver eyes opened wide in accompaniment as her blue flame of a sibling came padding her way.

"Keet!" Cicero gasped. "What are you doing here? Do you know what this is? Do you know what these people are doing?" So in terms of her siblings, Cicero believed that they were all innocent virgins. She didn't want to think any differently. Thinking of them off with random wolves fuc.... oh god. It made her nauseous.

Lorikeet questioned her and Cicero hissed. "You're going to blow my cover!" Silver eyes shot once way, then the other. She leaned up, whispering in her sister's dark ear. "I put love potions in the drinks. They're working!" She was ecstatic at the success rate and was rather proud of herself.

She raised an eyebrow at Circero, as she gently leaned against the smaller wolf. “it’s a party, love. They’re partying.” and more, she had smelled the lust when she walked in, and she was fairly certain she had caught more than one couple getting somewhere fast in quiet spots on the beach. She did love her little sister, and her surprise and outrage was terribly endearing. She leaned over and kissed Arrow on the cheek, right on top of her little lined eye marking. Ay yes, Cicero had definitely done something. Her fugitive expression and hissed words were amble evidence. Keet laughed softly. “I won’t tell a soul” she promised. The small wolf was always cooking up trouble, and she wondered what exactly this ‘love potion’ was going to do. She swore to steer clear of any uncorked drinks for the night. Unless. But… nah, she didn’t need a potion to help her win a handsome wolf to coo over her. “So, what are you going to do if your potion has one of them falling in love with you my little stormy petrel.” "Talk" "Listen" Think

"Yes, it's a party, but why are you here?" Her sweet, innocent sister was here at a party. Would men start flirting with her? Cicero would bite their god damn ankles off if they did it near her. That was something that the little woman wouldn't tolerate. Go do your nasty business out of her line of sight. Blech.

Keets next question brought a muffled shriek I'd alarm from the dainty witch. "You don't think that will happen, do you?" She looked around for a different hiding place. "I should find some darker shadows. You blew my cover." Ciss pouted, her lower lip protruding. She couldn't stay under the wagon now. Someone else was bound to see her. Plus Keet was right. What if someone turned their lusty eyes on her? No thank you.

“To be admired sweet one” she pointed out, as through it was the most obvious thing in the world. What was the point of being beautiful, if you didn’t get to show it off to the world? It would be a shame, and a waste, to let something so delightful go un-admired by so many Lorikeet laughed easily at her sister's alarm. “I’ll fend them off for you, Cic. Nae, better, i’ll distract them.” she got to her paws again, sashaying her hips as she took a few long, elegant steps forward. As through to show Cicero exactly how she planned to keep the wolves off of her. Still laughing, she turned back to Cicero. “I can hide you in the wagon itself, if you like. Just don’t end up taking a trip back to gods-know-where” "Talk" "Listen" Think

OOC: Placed around dark to avoid Aranea, anyone let me know if you want a Viper thread separately! Viper wandered most of the time, honestly just annoyed at life for not having anything to do. Anything fun. It wasn't only the scent of Jupiter, or more rather Jupiter's pack, that caught her attention. But the abundance of scents and voices that she heard from the distance that attracted her. But mostly Jupiter for sure, he was who caught her attention. She was a bit weary as she grew closer to the crowd, never being around this many wolves even in the packs she was in which she chose to forget anyway. But after being in solitude for so long, this many wolves made her feel intimidated. But she still took careful steps into the crowds. She looked around at others as they chatted, kissed, and shared their jars of liquor. She didn't know what liquor was in the slightest, and wouldn't hesitate in the slightest to stick her tongue in the next jar she came by. She nearly spit out the foul stuff, it really didn't taste good to her. She looked around though and watched as others still took more slurps and she of course didn't want to be left out or different. So she wandered to the next jar and tried that one. Still icky, but it seemed as she kept trying them, they got better. Maybe the stuff in each jar was better? That wasn't it but rather that her taste buds and her brain were adjusting. But she didn't understand that. Her eyes scanned as she walked around the different jars and would stop immediately as she spotted her blue friend, and in an instant excitement got a hold of her and she would try to push through the wolves in order to get to him. But was mostly body blocked and couldn't get through. Whether she bothered the wolves around her or not she paid no mind. And just like that Jupiter was gone. Did she see him at all? Maybe not. Walk "Talk" Think