Pajas

Having successfully rolled his eyes at Erik's warning and escaped his brother's judging glare, Steig milled about among the guests casually. Wolves of all shapes and sizes, from all different packs had made the journey down here and while he hadn't gone out of his way in his wandering to get to know strangers, it was interesting to put faces to scents at least. It was also only now he realised... he was almost a yearling, right? His gut twisted that his parents probably wouldn't make it to see the occasion, but he pushed the feelings down, approaching a brown patched lad on a barrel and swiping a serving of the booze he was offering to 'anyone that looked big enough' to be a grown up. Given Steig was taller than him, apparently, he passed the test.

The liquor burned, and the boy grit his teeth to stave off the cough that wanted to tear from his throat. He could deal with feelings later, tonight was meant to be fun.

"speech"