too young to be a wine cousin

Maki wasn't expecting company, but she could hardly complain about Ashen wolves wandering around their own home. She was a guest after all, Maki could play nice, she always did. She wagged her tail in greeting, taking in the sight of the pup and concluded she had to be a cousin, maybe? They both looked real similar and as silly as that sounded it was a nice thought, of having family that looked like her. Like Maki was a part of something bigger. It was easy to feel alone, when her thoughts spiralled and her head and heart hurt, but she knew if nothing else she would always have wolves to lean on. Either in Ashen or Heiðinn, maybe even Tojo-kai, she wasn't so sure about that one just yet.

"Making a drink." She felt a pang of guilt that she'd yanno, stolen from Víðarr in the first place. She could have just asked, he woulda probably said yes anyway. She eyed the concoction, figuring she ought to light the fire sooner rather than later. Or rather her little ratty did, she had far more nimble hands then Maki's clumsy paws. "Don't really know what I'm doin'," as the random assortment of floating fruits and spices suggested, her little mouse stood on Maki's head, reaching down with a long stick to stir it as the koi-wolf didn't do much to be of use. "What else should we add, you reckon?"