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

“Oh!” she said, startled when a wolf came up beside her. He had the prettiest flaming star across her eyes. Like a little flower bud. His silver eyes seemed open and earnest, and he was just a smidge smaller than herself. With the drink making the world spin a little, her mouth began to form the most earnest smile she had made this year. “It is! You are!” she agreed. No, wait, had she said that outloud.

She placed a paw over her mouth, looking a little alarmed at what had bubbled out, she snickered softly behind the paw, surprised at the bubbly happy emotion riding in her stomach. “Oh, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I’m Motif” she introduced herself. A blush tingling her cheeks. Why had she come here? So many wolves, so much noise, it was so much.