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

All she had wanted to do was slip off and sneak a few of the mushrooms her mother so often stored above the height of the younger wolves. She had seen others partake, but had never experienced them herself. Macha had told her they could offer great clarity if you found yourself emotionally stuck, and it wasn’t that Sedna was resentful of her position... she just... wanted to know where to step next. She wasn’t used to being so indecisive. She chewed and settled herself among the dunes, eyes drifting closed as she waited... and waited... Maybe she hadn’t eaten enough? (of course she had, youngsters were always so impatient), so she took another and heaved a disappointed sigh. Maybe these weren’t what she thought they were? (The were).

At first the distant ruckus had been enough to keep the Archer-Lyall clear, but as the night drew on, and the volume increased, others easily making their way down to the shores of the beach, her ears had tuned forward, forehead creasing with curiosity. The scent of liquor and sound of merriment finally got the better of her as she moved in closer to see what was going on. There were bodies everywhere, that seemed to sway in the patchy light like they were dancing. Her pupils dilated and she felt like she was floating as she wandered closer, stopping to take a drink here, a sip there, coughing as one particular concoction burned her throat. For someone used to sneaking fermented apples from the orchard in order to get drunk, these wolves really had their shit down to a fine art. Her pupils were dilated and she had a stupid grin plastered to her face, not noticing that she had started giggling, then suddenly stopped just as abruptly. Maybe she was being incredibly rude? Perhaps she wasn’t meant to be here? But then nobody seemed upset.

She silently shrugged, adding what was left of her fungi to the collection of piles that littered the sand. There it was... Maybe she shouldn’t have topped herself off after all...