Alcohol and alliances?

Kotori imagined it would be easy enough to set up several alliances simply by who he was already on good terms with and who he was family with.  That said, Kotori wanted to make a good impression, and his pack seen as good to ally with on its own merit and not only because of his fortune in family.  The horned wolf placed a few items in a bag and made his way down to the Ashen border.  He had nothing that was anywhere near as valuable as one giving away their own child but hopefully, Venom would still approve of the small gifts he had brought.

Sitting along the border Kotori howled for the empress.   Kotori looked in the bag where a polar bear pelt, shaped into a perfect oval, and another one, which was stitched to make a pillow, inside holding other fur scraps for a soft spot to lay one's head.  Those were nice but, the better part of the gift was a bottle of ale he’d managed to acquire.  So long as Venom did enjoy drinking at least.  Admittedly, alcohol was one of the few things he’d asked his father to get for him before he’d left Armada.  Most of the ale would be for the upcoming party but no harm in using some of it as a gift.

Kotori grinned as he decided everything was in order.  His mind was partially on the discussion he’d be having soon and another portion just still feeling the pleasure of his accomplishment.  The rapids were his.  Kotori had his own pack and it was one he’d worked hard to earn it.  His accomplishment.

"Kotori Fatalis"