Yearling party!

It was his duty as the Most Unholy Sin to attend the yearling party. Except the party was being thrown in honor of his yearlings. So of course, part of him felt awkward. Surely his pups wouldn't want him to watch them all get completely obliterated. Gil sucked it up anyway and stood diligently by the table of drinks and snacks. Bottles of booze, mead, wine, and moonshine spread along the table, intertwined among smoked meat and bushels of berries. Honestly, Gil was jealous. Sometimes, he wished he had been raised a pirate and gotten his own initiation party. Tonight was about his kids though! Taking a hearty swig from his own bottle, he watched as the gaggle of young wolves began to arrive. A proud smirk lingered on his lips as he enjoyed their interactions. Gil want them to enjoy tonight and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

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