Beach Bash

Not for the first time here, she was grateful for her average size and coat colouring, it meant she could sneak in late with her gifts and add them to the pile, grabbing something extra last minute for Sigrun, who she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of for days. Of all the times for her to wander off on and adventure... But she was her father’s daughter, and all Sedna could do was sigh and roll her eyes. Her new opossum, Otis (he had eventually told her his name), was perched on her back, small wrapped bundles held greedily in his paws, a hiss offered to anyone that dared to eye him sideways. She dipped her head and he added their offerings to the pile, then he flopped, toes curling into the fur on her sides. Another long suffering sigh, she had wanted a battle buddy, not a backpack.

If anyone asked, she could say she was waiting for the crowd to die down before offering her respects to the leaders, the strong scent of cypress clinging to her fur after her latest experiments. Her ears turned back and her head dipped respectfully as she approached Zee, bumping her nose to the underside of the leaders chin respectfully in greeting and offering a small smile before quickly clearing out to make room for the next wolf. She chuckled at Hana, swirling up a storm, and decided she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself tonight. They never had anything like this where she was from, and she could just imagine how out of hand something like this would get at the Scowle. Feeling much older than her two years, she settled herself by the fire, turning her head to grab Otis by the scruff to pull him to the side and under a paw. He grumbled at her but spared her a hiss, and she rewarded him with a long lick up the side of his face. "No stealing the gifts." She had already discovered the cheeky thing occasionally suffered from sticky fingers.

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