Well... Fuck...

Lachlan had been even more quiet after the crazy party. He remembered more than he wanted to at this point and found himself going over the events in his head with a fine tooth comb. Some parts he found joy in thinking about, like Abilene’s soft arms around him and the feeling of the waves over his fur. Or Tyrian and his cunning bright eyes. Forgetting his sister was probably about as shameful as it got. He thought he’d gone looking for her at some point in the night but he honestly couldn’t remember at that point. Thankfully she seemed unharmed, but that didn’t make Lachlan feel any better.

Timidly he approached, tail swaying lightly at his ankles as he sat beside Aryn, wondering if he even had a right to call her sister after his poor performance at caring for her.