Its our fucking birthday, of course we're drunk

The invite for the pack came from Bast, whom was sent by Erebos over the territories that Medusa had ruled over. It was later that Identification had arrived but followed the scent of a large bonfire. Ears swiveled upon the womans cranium as placing some more wine she had made upon the stone bar, with a few other little gifts she had made. A couple furs for the Dunamis clan's den. Although small the rabbit furs for each member of the clan was wrapped up in bundles to were each family member could take a bundle. Sure it wasn't much, but they warm and soft to the touch, they weren't much but it was the best for the members she did not know. There was a larger fur folded she held on to for Erebos. The lion fur. The lion they had taken down months ago, it was tied with some vines of ivy. Her voice drifted over the gathering. "Happy Birthday to all of the Dunamis family."

"Identification"