Having successfully rolled his eyes at Erik's warning and escaped his brother's judging glare, Steig milled about among the guests casually. Wolves of all shapes and sizes, from all different packs had made the journey down here and while he hadn't gone out of his way in his wandering to get to know strangers, it was interesting to put faces to scents at least. It was also only now he realised... he was almost a yearling, right? His gut twisted that his parents probably wouldn't make it to see the occasion, but he pushed the feelings down, approaching a brown patched lad on a barrel and swiping a serving of the booze he was offering to 'anyone that looked big enough' to be a grown up. Given Steig was taller than him, apparently, he passed the test.

The liquor burned, and the boy grit his teeth to stave off the cough that wanted to tear from his throat. He could deal with feelings later, tonight was meant to be fun.

"speech"

With the bonfire lit and the festivities well underway, Ember separated herself from her family's side so her mother and father could play the roles as hosts and mingle with the guests. It also seemed like some sort of scuffle had almost started, and while Ember wouldn't shy away from the chance to partake in a brawl, she didn't want to stoke those flames on her own home turf. While her father took care of the drama, the Carpathian princess began to peruse the party, seeking out one wolf in particular. She'd heard from other wolves in Hemlock that aside from Víðarr who was otherwise disposed, Erik's half-brother Steig was the family's lead authority on their native tongue. That little tidbit of information became invaluable to the princess, especially for the plans she had.

Searching for the boy of earthen brown hues she'd seen occasionally around Hemlock, Ember found him after some moments of seeking, her expression brightening with triumph. She approached the surprisingly large boy who was currently drinking down some beverage that pups probably shouldn't have been consuming, all smiles and sweetness as she prepared to ask him for a favor. "Hiya Steig! Enjoying the festival?" she asked, getting the pleasantries out of the way first. This was still a party after all. "Did you have a moment to chat? I wanted to ask a favor of you."

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"

It didn't take long for a distraction to find him, and his light-tipped tail flagged high over his spine as a dark pelted woman made her way towards him with a greeting. He had seen her about Hemlock on occasion and his grin turned a little roguish, only exaggerated by the darker markings that ran up over his eyes.

"Hej! Jag känner dig... Vill du ha något att dricka?" Perhaps the alcohol had hit the youngster harder than he had realised. It wasn't like him to forget not everyone spoke his father's tongue. Still, with her time spent with Erik, surely, she had picked up some of it. Maybe this could turn out to be more fun than he had thought? His tail waved expectantly at his back, his green eyes twinkling with just a little mirth (or maybe he was just drunk. Probably the latter).

"speech"

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