Pity Party (Party and Races!)

Sunder had heard about some sort of big to-do happening in the Woods and so naturally he had to check it out. The amount that he'd adapted since coming to Boreas was on full display today as he stepped onto the party grounds. The small dog was decked out in furs, wraps and clothes. He wore layers of the stuff of various patterns, colors and thickness. To top it off he had a makeshift bootie on each foot. All of this was in the name of warmth. The only thing not covered was his face. Adapted, see? He was nice and warm, and eager to get warmer. There had been a promise of drink, yes? Nothing would make him happier or warmer.

His eyes fell on the fire and Sunder knew he was wrong. Furs, drink, and fire. Now that was just what he needed. Greedily the little dog trotted over and parked his butt as close to the fire as he could get without fear of bursting into flame. Only after seating himself did Sunder remember that he'd wanted a drink, but with the fire already warming his back he couldn't bring himself to get up. He paid no attention to the kid fiddling with the harness or anyone else close by. For now this was it. He'd sit here, toasty warm, until things got underway. And then he'd get that drink.