I'm Not as Think as you Drunk I am

A voice called out to him and Ashmedai looked up quickly, causing his vision to spin enough to topple him. As he struggled to focus on who the voice belonged to, he honed in on the brown coat.

"... Sparrow?" he muttered.

No, as his vision caught up to his motion, he realized it was someone else. He stood slowly, steadying himself on the tree. "What does it matter to you what I do? Dontcha have... somethin' to do?"

He nabbed another sour fruit. Okay maybe that one was just rotten. He spit it out and tried for another. Yes, much better. He chewed it thoughtfully thoughtlessly for a moment.

"What? You never seen a wolf getting drunk off of fruits before?"