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

The party on the horizon called to not one, but multiple members of the Aracari family. Percy had ran ahead with Cicero not far behind him, Hyperion was lagging behind with Artisan himself and he was sure he'd see Lorikeet trailing up from behind soon. As for the others he didn't know where they'd run off to, though more then likely they'd find themselves at the party sooner or later.

It had been quite some time since Artisan had seen so many wolves all gathered together in the same place and damnit did he intend on taking advantage to replenish his sentimental collection. From each wolf whom the brightly marked man spent an evening with, he'd dedicate some time to finding a stone that matched the color of their pelt. Some individuals had colors harder to replicate then others, but he always found something suitable in the end. Each stone would be filed down and with a hole drilled through the middle, laced onto braided strands of cord and tied securely around his ankles. On their journey to Boreas he had lost his growing collection, though after a period of moping had decided that perhaps this new land deserved a new start.

Cicero caught his eye rather easily, while the greyscale sibling would blend in to new eyes, Artisan found it hard for his gaze to not occasionally touch upon his siblings. She looked like she was being rather sneaky so he'd leave her - for now - to head towards where a wolf was announcing a trade of kisses.

Artisan stepped lightly towards her and the firey woman with whom she was bargaining, a warm smile upon his thin muzzle. It seemed an exchange was to happen, and so he waited as any polite man would until the kiss was exchanged. To the advertiser he spoke first. "I've travelled such a long way to get here." He began, his paw lifting to his chest to emphasize his hardships dramatically. "A kiss from a lady as beautiful as you would surely energize me for the night to come."

Then to the woman who's coat shone black and red (and before she had the chance to flee) he spoke once more. "Two kisses would surely be better than one, though I won't judge if you have eyes only for her." His muzzle gestured towards Zora as he mentioned her, though his dual-colored gaze bounced off each woman equally. The wolves of Boreas sure knew how to throw a get-together.