You sort the tunes and I'll bring the beers

The first to arrive from Abaven was the eager and thrilled young boy who looked forward to whatever event soon to be held. His own pack lacked festivities, which was why the current festival would be a new experience for his mind. Rather than waiting for the Azat to formally lead the pack over to the area, Tinaro had mischievously taken off ahead of the pack in mere curiosity. He hesitated upon his arrival at the sight of unfamiliar wolves; none who he knew of. His ebony dipped paws slowed increasingly, soon stopping his tall chestnut body at the edge of the gathering while he overlooked the crowd timidly. It wasn't that he was shy, no, he just felt a little left out. By the looks of it, everyone was conversing with each other which meant he would have no-one. Was he allowed to come in the first place? Abaven happened to be a close ally of the pack would organised event, which meant his pack would certainly be invited. However, he knew nothing of politics and alliances and so the current state he was in had no change. If he didn't want to stand in the corner the whole time, he'd have to make an effort to start a conversation himself. Instead of greeting any particular wolf, he made sure to let everyone know that Abaven had arrived. "Abaven is here! Well, I am."