I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]

She'd caught his scent a while ago. Without blinking she'd sent Alouette back to Abaven to let Corvus and Rhyme know where she'd gone. There was no telling how long this might take, especially when it came to Noir. While she'd tried to make peace with what had transpired between her littermates, there was something about the new children in the pack that made it impossible to lay that guilt completely to rest. By the time she made it to the shores of Obsidian Beach her ribs were wet with sweat. It didn't help that the summer sun had just about baked the black-furred female alive en route. She was practically foaming. When she was a ways away from the main gathering she darted down the beach and splashed quickly into the water in order to take off the first layer of sweat and grime and disguise her scent as she approached. Best to remain cautious.

Theory wasn't sure what she wanted from him. Maybe nothing. She certainly wouldn't get what she craved within the darkest corners of her heart: an apology. No, she wouldn't be able to pry that from between his lips without trying to rip his tongue out first. Her emotions rocketed wildly between hopefulness and rage. Would just seeing him alive again be enough? It would have to be. Theo waded closer and finally padded back up on to the shore. The revelry before her was astonishing. She hadn't seen so many wolves gathered together since Valhalla's festival but this was a decidedly different kind of merry-making. Liquor, heavy and sweet, was easily scented on the air - as well as various other, uh, odors. Theory gulped. What had she gotten herself into?

There! He flitted at the corner of the crowd, trying to approach a dark female she didn't recognize who hung by Tyrian and some blue madman carting a load of goods. Theory's eyes narrowed but she kept her distance and skulked around the outskirts of the gathering. How did she even go about this? You don't fucking think, she cursed herself. Her heart had carried her paws here and now she was left without a plan. Theo assessed who she knew and who she didn't - Kai, Eligos, Tyrian... the wolves she were familiar were far outnumbered by the strangers present. Kai was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with someone she didn't recognize. She was stocky but in a pleasant way, as in, Theory could imagine herself where Kai was standing. Just letting her shoulder rest against hers. A familiar yet unnameable heat began to build in the pit of her stomach, the queer warmth that usually seemed to find its way inside her body when she was around Thalia. Gulping, she threw caution to the wind and padded up behind where Kai and Justice were gathered. "Hey, stranger," she coughed awkwardly.