dancin'' in the sand [aklah]

Shilah was still working on his spears. It had almost become an obsession at this point but he was making good use of them. He'd stood a few up near the fire with bottles placed on top of them so the light reflected in a myriad of colors down on the black obsidian beach. He settled down and started sorting his sticks. The thinner ones he'd use to make wooden spears but the other's he'd attempt to fasten some sort of spearhead to. Assuming he could find his pine pitch. Gods he hoped someone hadn't tried to drink that.

He hummed to himself, setting one of the sticks between his paws as he ripped off the excess branches. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the moonlight casting the fur of a lovely young woman aglow. There was such beauty here. He hoped he wasn't dulling the place down. "Hello there! What did you get to drink? It seems our host has quite the collection."