Let's Have Some Fun, This Beat is Sick

Trudging on stiff legs, no one who laid eyes on her could deny she was looking tired and irritable, as per usual for the dark-pelted woman. She was standing there, swaying a bit while she tried to determine what to do now that her sleep had come to an end when a call came from somewhere nearby. It was an invitation to all. Not really something a grumpy wolf who can hardly stand a conversation with one stranger would be caught dead moving towards. But with strange calls like that, there were gatherings. Gatherings meant festivities if she was lucky. That meant she could drink, and be useless, and if she was lucky everyone would be too busy to bother with her.

A shrug was all that marked her decision to start wandering in that direction. After all it was an invitation, not a demand. Leaving was always an option, anyway. It took a bit to get there - likely due to her terribly slow, meandering walk - causing Mara to find herself arriving to quite the collection of wolves. She didn't really recognize anyone, but she wasn't exactly looking for familiar faces here. No one she knew would be found in pack lands. Huffing, she sat at the back of the group. When was this going to start anyways?