THIS IS THE FIRST YEAR BIRTHDAY & WELCOME HOME SPARROW PARTY SET PRIOR TO THE RAID WHERE ETHNE COMES TO US.
Please do not include any information about the raid as it has not happened yet.
No character UNDER THE AGE OF 1 is allowed to attend.
The setting is on the main beach of Daager Isle in front of the building. Two large bonfires are set with plenty of snacks and a surplus of booze.
Characters 3 and under attending the first year birthday of Gil and Mod's second litter can be in their own group away from adults if they'd like.
Gil and Mod are opening up ONLY the beach of Daager Isle to any and all friends of their second litter from ANY pack so long as everyone is on their best Raider Behavior. (;

Gil couldn't quite believe it. Their second litter was turning one and he had just returned with great news. Sparrow came out victorious from her death match with the scummy woman who had killed Recluse. And whether Sparrow liked it or not, Gil was going to throw her a party. But he was a tired man and hosting two separate parties felt like too much work at the moment so why not combine them? The beach was far large enough to host a number of wolves and the adults could linger away from the heathens who surely would find some way or another to get into trouble.

With the assistance of Urtur and anyone else who wished to help him, Gil lit the bonfires as the sun set along the isle's horizon. Flames flickered to life as he steps back and smiles at his handiwork. After all the drama and hardships they'd been through lately, letting loose a bit would be good for all of them.

Exhaling sharply, he turns to where he has laid out the surplus of booze and grabs a bottle for himself. Standing off to the side where he has a good view of the beach, he lets out a resounding howl. One of anticipation and excitement, much happier than the last time he had called his pack together. With one good first swig of his bottle, he places his ass in the sand and waits for the good times to come to him.

"speech"

Sparrow's victory was great news, the kids finally hitting a year old was another. Modesty pottered around between the fires, laying out food and drinks, clearing away debris and making sure everything would look just perfect for their guests. The sky was even turning out for them with not a cloud in sight. The livestock had been ferried over to temporary pens on Dove Island so they wouldn't have to worry about goats or cows stepping on the drunks. When Gil announced the gathering, she strolled over to his side, plunking her own ass down next to his and leaned into his flank.

With a smirk, she swiped his bottle and took a swig, before offering it back to him. "So have this lot scared you off, or do you think we should try again?" It was almost a tease, she doubted he would deny her if that was what she wanted, but maybe she wanted him to think he had a choice.

"speech"

"Hiiiii, daddy. Hi mooooooooooom," Siduri slid up alongside her parents, unceremoniously tossing her smaller frame between them both. She ended up on her back in the sand, looking at the world from upside down. The vision in her left eye was blurry but she was used to it by now. At one whole year of age, Siduri was at her full height. Over the next year she would lose the baby fluff and would develop into a... Nice... young lady? Yeah right.

They'd been informed that they were allowed to drink, she and her siblings. Siduri, being who she was, had already had a drink or two or ten of alcohol during her first year. Raider adults weren't always the most attentive of overseers. Sometimes the drink tasted nice and sweet. Other times it tasted like piss. She didn't want any piss drink.

"Ya think a lot of people are goin' to come?" For now, she was content to wait beside Gil and Mod, keeping them company until something interesting happened.

"Siduri"

Tarnish's face was healing better than expected, the scabs falling off to reveal healthy pink skin. He scratched at it before shaking out his coat. He'd been down for quite awhile after his fight in the Hallows but soon after the pain became manageable he sprang back to his usual self. It helped that it was their first birthday and rumor was there was going to be a party… and drinking. Lots of drinking! Tarnish couldn't wait to give it a try, he was actually a real adult now. At hearing his father's howl he finished burying the remains of a seagull and took off for the beach. He arrived to see two glorious bonfires blazing bright and a number of interesting looking bottles and bowls.

"I am ready to party!" He announced, wandering over to the bottles and bowls before tossing his parents a look."Mom! Dad! What should I try first? What's your favorite?" He was of course going to try everything he could get his paws on but he wanted to start with the good stuff.

Raider Brats

Receiving the invite hadn't entirely surprised her. Though her parents had kicked her from the pack, they had alluded that it was more for "appearances" than really anything. Still quite unsure why they gave a fuck about some stupid pack who was too much in their emotions, Calliope didn't hold it against them. Rather, she tended to stick close to the Raider's lands and easily made her way to the Isle once her father's ringing howl echoed over the waters.

As she shakes her fur to rid of any water, Calliope approaches the small gathering, not hesitating to grab her own bottle of booze and a second one for her brother on the way over. Holding it out to Tarnish, she gives him a wild grin. "Try this one," Calliope says, leaning in to bump his shoulder with her own while handing out the bottle. Once he takes it, Calliope takes a swig of her own and turns to her parents and Sid. "Nice party, real lively," she teases before taking her own seat near the bonfire to warm and dry her fur.

"Speech"

Sparrow had been down for the count for a while now, and she still wasn't 100%, but she was mobile. Swaths of her pelt were carved away by fresh, jagged scars. She wore them well, accompanied by her smile which had since returned. A small part of her had worried that killing the woman wouldn't be enough, that avenging Recluse would feel empty, but it didn't. She felt whole, full, free. It was the best she had felt in ages, probably since the first time Hanako had broken up with her. And now there was a party. Sparrow didn't have anything to bring other than the still-mummifying head of Ruby which Friar stuck on a large pole by one of the bonfires. "So yours are littles are hitting a year, huh?" Sparrow tossed out as she approached Gil and Mod. She wondered if Gil evert told Modesty about their fling. Sparrow wasn't one to play moral compass, though, so she ignored it. They could be serious after the party.