Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit...

Shilah was thoroughly enjoying himself. He swaggered back over toward the fire with more sticks than you could shake… a stick at. He was going to have enough spears for everyone present. He didn't have a reason why, he didn't need one! They could go poke some bears later what did it matter. He had just started working his way back when an absolutely stunning stranger called him aside. Shilah's jaw dropped open sending the sticks tumbling to the ground. "Oh! Ah shit…" He stared at the sticks for a moment then looked back at the stunning stranger and smiled, almost shyly. "Well, that man over there," he gestured to Jupiter, "is engaged from what I understand. This is some sort of party so if you'd like to indulge in some drunken revelry you've come to the right place. I still have plenty of ale though at this rate I expect it will be gone by the end of the night."

He carefully used his paws to roll the sticks back onto the scrap of hide. He had three for some regular spears and three for spears with actual spearheads on them. "I'm Shilah by the way. Who might you be?"