Hey Caribou-bou, How About That Pick-I-Nic Basket

OOC: don't mind me, just drowning in threads! <3

The more she thought about it and the more wolves arrived the less confident Senka felt about the whole thing. She wasn't used to this much...socializing. One she could handle, two was iffy but tolerable, and anything more than that? With a drink she'd be fine. Sober it was a little too daunting. Didn't matter that one was a pup or that they all seemed perfectly reasonable. Senka couldn't handle the pressure. She just couldn't. Her heart was beating loud enough in her ears it muted the softer sounds of the Wash. It was tempting to run but she was going to try to bow out with as much dignity as possible. "You know what? Actually, I just remembered I left a 'bou shank  back in my other den. Yeah, so I'm good guys. Happy hunting!"

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