Jupiter spied Viper out of the corner of his eye while talking to Darya. He switched gears immediately. "Oh shit fuck," he hissed as he hit the ground, probably giving Lovely a fright in the process. He was not in the mood for teaching sex ed and common slang to sheltered cave hobos. Nope, not at this party. Tonight was all about him having fun and inciting bad behavior in others. Who knew what kind of conversation she'd want to have if she spied him and he honestly could not deal with it. "Hang on, Lovely. We're going incognito. I might need to borrow that blanket."

"Don't move, Darya." He scuttled around behind Darya and then slowly and carefully peeked over her back to scan the area he'd seen Viper. She was looking around for something but didn't appear to have noticed him. Whew. That was close. Jupiter put a relieved paw on his chest and sighed heavily. He was still crouched behind Darya but his stance was somewhat relaxed again. The girls were probably thinking he was crazy but he was so focused on not being seen he didn't pause to consider their reactions.

Valkyrie stalked onto the scene and swept a predatory eye over those gathered. It was chaos incarnate. Every which way she looked there were wolves well on their way to inebriation and bad decisions. This was her kind of party. She probably wouldn't partake of any of the intoxicants unless someone changed her mind, but she would weave among those gathered and see what could be done about entertainment. Her kind of entertainment; not the simple drunk shenanigans that would no doubt dominate tonight.

Her head swiveled as she caught Chaos' scent, but aside from confirming her suspicions that he was there, she had no intention of seeking him out. Why bother when in a short amount of time she could have him in any way she liked? No, if she were to give up her pursuit of entertainment for something carnal it would not be with her betrothed.

After grabbing a bottle that would serve as a sort of camouflage, Valkyrie settled down on the edge of the main huddle of wolves to watch and to wait. Soon enough the drinks would begin to have an effect and she could go to work among the unwary.

Motif didn’t know what to think about this tall, easy going wolf. Perhaps her life had just gotten so complicated, but she was accustomed to those she knew treating her with kid gloves. “Ohh… It’s nice to meet you Hyperion” she offered him a cautious smile, but a touch of panic touched it when he mentioned going elsewhere to talk. He wasn’t trying to kidnap her, it was a party, surrounded by people. She had even seen Theory in passing. She was safe. Stepping away with him would mean less push of the crowds. It would be a good thing, right?

“Sure, okay, that’s a good idea Hyperion.” She said, offering him another cautious smile, and began to head in the direction he had indicated. Her heart was hammering in her chest from all the unknowns, the press of people, and from the sip of alcohol she had already had.

"Ah yes, sorry, got distracted." Well, before he got to far with his bowl he better get the fire going or his wife was going to let him have it. Skælingr took a chunk of flint and set one of his paws over it. Picking up the metal striker in his jaws he eyed the distance for a moment before whipping his head across it. It took a few tries but soon the tinder caught fire, then spread to the kindling and slowly started to heat the logs. There that would do. Moving back over to the clay he started using his paw pads to shape the clay into a small bowl. First he punched his paw through to make a rough bowl shape before he started working to refine the shape and smooth out the cracks on the top from his initial blow. "Speech"

Ragna grinned her thanks at her husband as he got the fire going. She took her water skin and added water to the bowl with the feverfew herb. She'd need something a bit more potent for the root tincture. Good thing there was lots of wine! Rather than waster her own Ragna, trotted around the alcohol cart til she found an unopened bottle of white wine. Excellent! She snatched the bottle in her jaws and walked back over to where she was working. With a grin she uncorked the bottle and poured wine over the root. She set the bottle down carefully then scooted the bowls closer to the fire so they could begin to heat. In the mean time she topped off her drink. She was already feeling a pleasant buzz from the warm night air and her previous drink.

Seizing hold of one side of the cut that had just been made, Star started to carefully pull the flesh back from the meat. Working carefully, Star chewed around the head and then moved to the feet. They didn't really plan to eat the feet and they were too small to harvest sinew from. Some wolves thought of them as lucky but Star wasn't the superstitious type. Chewing on one foot he worked his jaws through the bones and flesh then moved on to the other three feet until the rabbit was footless. The neck part was tricky. Star needed to cut a seam up the inside of each leg and connect it to where they'd started peeling the flesh off the rabbit's belly. Star chewed and worked along the the hind legs before pausing to wolf down a few big bites of belly meat.

Káti continued to chew off the extra branches and leaves. He paused every so often to spit out bark bits that stuff to his tongue and then swiftly took another drink of wine to wash out the flavor. He was fairly used to the taste of plants, being a healer but he much preferred the wine. He worked in silence until at last he had a nice spear shaft.

Taking a quick break Káti eventually returned to chewing away at the bone to start shaping the bone piece into a blade. He worked diligently until he sculpted the bone into the desired shape. Now it was time to refine it. He took the blade in his jaws and carefully started running it over a nearby stone to sharpen and sculpt it even further. Once he had the blade where he wanted he set it down and moved his attention to the handle. He had a nice stick that would work well… if he could find it.

Lynvarr's ears flicked back at the sound of teeth on bone as he worked to shape the atlatl out of the antler. He focused on chewing off the antler tines that were in the way. It was tough work on his teeth but he was determined to get this done. Once the tines were mostly chewed off he opted to take a quick break and work on the atlatl darts instead.

With the extra leaves and branches trimmed off it was time to make a point. Taking the stick over to a sharp, fractured rock he started scraping one end of the stick to sharpen it. As he worked he used one of his paws to help aim the stick as he twisted his head and scraped. When he had a good point he trotted over to the fire and stuck the point into the fire to harden it. He watched the point carefully, turning the stick as needed. As soon as it turned black he pulled it out of the fire and walked back over to the sharp stick to continue scraping it to finalize the point.

Before she got to far into her other work, Svala poured a little water into her bowl and then scooted it toward the fire so that it could heat up and make a nice cup of tea. That was her idea of a good, summer night. A warm cup of tea and a lovely sunset. Svala moved back to the dried herbs and began to mash them with her paw. She was going for a pretty even mix or else she'd have done them each separately. Once the herbs were broken down into smaller pieces, Svala got another bowl. She used the same technique as before to pour the mashed herbs into the bowl. "Talk" "You" Think

Káti propped the stick up with his paws and started chewing on the end to form a notch. He eyed the knife for a moment then adjusted the notch. Once that was done he grabbed his stick of pine pitch and started to heat the dark, sticky material over the communal fire. It didn't take long for the pitch to soften and as soon as it did he trotted back over to the stick. Propping the stick up again he dabbed the pitch on the notch, making sure it seeped into the crevices. Carefully setting the pine pitch aside Káti picked up the bone blade. Carefully he positioned it into the notch full of pitch and then held it together until it dried. There, that was one thing done, for now anyway.

Picking up the spear in his jaws Káti trotted over to a large rock. He carefully repositioned the spear in his mouth before he started rubbing the end of the spear against the rock so it would form a sharpened point. It took some doing but with a little persistence he soon had a basic spear.

With the point of the dart done, Lynvarr moved back to the atlatl itself. He turned his attention to the one base of antler left. He was going to use this as a notch to hold the dart. He started chewing on the base of the antler to shape it a bit more. Once that was done he started chewing in a little notch just to make it easier to keep the dart in place. Soon he had a finished antler atlatl.

All he had left to do was attach feathers to the atlatl dart. Lynvarr picked up a few small turkey feathers. He set one down between his paws and taking a flint knife he carefully cut the feather in half before chewing off the end. Now it was time to attach them. Lynvarr took the pine pitch stick and started to heat the pitch over the fire. Once it started to melt he spread some on the back end of the stick, carefully holding the stick with his paws. He carefully set the pitch stick down then picked up one of the feather halves and stuck it onto the stick, holding onto the feather until he was sure it was dry. Once one feather was done she worked to add two more so there were three positioned evenly to form dart fletching.

Star moved to the front legs to finish up the seams there, once again pausing to eat some of the meat off the rabbit's chest. They'd been traveling for awhile and had an appetite to satisfy. While others might be quenching their sexual or alcoholic appetites Star just wanted food, lots of good food. With the seams finished, Stjarna took one side of the hide in his jaws and then carefully began to peel it off the rabbit's body. Pinning the rabbit down with their front paws Star successfully peeled the hide off one side of the rabbit. Then it was time to start on the other side. Taking the head in their jaws, Star flipped the rabbit over and started peeling the flesh off the other side until they had a nice rabbit hide. He set it aside then dug into eating more of the rabbit.

When her tea was ready Svala scooted it away from the fire to cool a bit so she could drink it. In the mean time she turned her attention back to the tisane. She had poured the mixture of dry herbs into the bowl. Taking a stick she stirred them around and checked the rations of each herb. Satisfied, Svala moved to her bundle and pulled out a metal tip. Using her teeth, Svala bit onto the loop at the top and popped the lid of the tin off. She then took the bowl and dumped it into the tin. There, one thing done at least. She now had a good tisane ready in case any of the participants got tummy aches from their excess drinking. Assuming of course they'd be able to keep anything down. There was only so much a healer could do when it came to mass stupidity. She cleared her throat. "Anyone want any tea?  Drinking so much on empty stomachs could make you dehydrated and sick! Anyone?" "Talk" "You" Think

I'm only human ,
I come with knives

I never promised you an open heart or charity, I never wanted to abuse your imagination

Fantasma had wondered what was going on to warrant so much noise. The screaming, the howling, the laughing and the paw steps of other wolves. There were so many scents mingling she couldn't tell who came from where. It didn't matter much in the end, really. Fantasma smelled food, and they were hungry. So it was easy to put two and two together to see how she could grab a bite to eat at least...or something to drink while they're at it. It seems like it was the name of the game of these things, Fantasma assumed.

They came in quietly into the party, or well as quietly as they could with the amount of wolves that where there. They looked around to see if they could something even remotely related to food or drink. It was very obvious that she was lost already, and didn't want to make much of a scene until it was needed.

I come with knives, to love you and agony, to love you with agony

MADE BY MINNIE OF BTN

When Motif agreed to walk with him Hyperion lit up like she'd just made his night. He was pleased she'd said yes; he'd been on the scene less than a minute and already he'd ditched the 'awkward singleton' status that was part of arriving alone. Now he could get to know the girl and get comfortable with the party from the comforts of a somewhat 'occupied' status. It was a win, win in his opinion. The girl was very pretty and very shy, and he was shamelessly confident in his ability to hold a shy girl's attention.

Planning ahead a little, Hyperion grabbed one of the many bottles that was scattered across the sand and quickly caught up with Motif, who was headed towards the place he'd indicated. Of course he was going to drink himself, that was half the fun of a party like this, and he was going to do his best to get Motif too as well. She'd have more fun if she got into the spirit of things. A little tipsiness never hurt anybody, right?

Reaching a good stopping point, Hyperion flopped down in the sand so that he had a good view of the festivities. After taking a swig of the drink and determining it was decent enough for him to happily get drunk on, he offered it to Motif. "So how'd you get involved in all this, huh?" He wasn't going to say it outright, but he got the feeling it wasn't her kind of event.

Motif stuck close to Hyperion, like a drowning wolf to a floating branch. He was kind and sweet, and tall. She could almost hide behind him to keep the chaos of the party at bay. It was also thrilling to be talking to someone again. A stranger, and not making an entire fool of herself, or fleeing him. Of course, she might still do either yet, it would have to be seen. They settled together on a quiet stretch of sand, and it was a relief to be out from the main event. A little quieter, and she felt like she could breathe again. Of course, now there was no one directly around by Hyperion, and that in and of itself was intimidating. She glanced shyly over at him “Oh, uhhm, I followed my sister here.” She admitted, glancing around for Theory, but she had lost sight of her sister. “How about you?” she wondered. She was pretty this party wasn’t by invite only. She took a cautious sip of the drink to hide her embarrassment, and coughed at the sudden burn in her throat. That was not water. "Speech"

Her explanation made perfect sense. The shy, not so adventurous sister following the social butterfly. Kinda like how Cicero followed him around. The word 'shy' couldn't be used for her since her deal struck Hyperion as more disinterested than shy, but the comparison still stood. Reserved wolves, as far as he could tell, were drawn to follow more adventurous ones they were comfortable around. If he had his guess Cicero was around here somewhere, although he wasn't about to go looking as the night he had planned didn't involve sharing any space at all with any siblings.

"Oh me?" He was caught of guard for the briefest of seconds. A lie was on the tip of his tongue - oh, what a coincidence, me too! - but he dismissed it as  transparently trying too hard. Instead he went with one that flirted with the truth. "I heard a guy talking about it and decided to check it out. It sounded fun, you know? Party on the beach and all." He shook his head and glanced over at the growing bonfire before taking another swig of the drink. "I wasn't expecting something so...big." There was some truth there. He hadn't thought it would be like this - he'd just hoped it would be. "Or so..." He gestured vaguely at a couple who were clearly flirting, letting Motif fill in the rest.

He glanced at Motif and then offered her the drink again. "Not that I think this is bad or anything," he said quickly as though fearing she might think he was a prude. In truth he was just trying to suss out her opinion on the scene. If he had a chance with her he wanted to know.

Halla was growing more and more tipsy but she was enjoying herself, watching the other wolves mingle and flirt. Oh, there were some pretty faces! Halla had spent her morning gathering valerian root. She'd had a few roots to show for her efforts, enough to make a tincture and for the other root she planned to express the juice of the fresh root into a vial. First she needed to clean and separate the root from the rest of the plant. Svala took the plants in her jaws and worked to free the root from the rest of the plant. Once that was done she took them near the water to rinse the dirt from them. Would the salt affect the properties at all. "Talk"

With a few simple words Ballad was able to receive the smile and full attention of the lovely little woman. She was young and pretty, and the Pyre woman was convinced of her kissable lips. They were soft and undeniably sweet. Ballad wanted to try a taste. The girl’s name seemed to fit her with perfection, Sunshine was right.

Zora moved closer, and a subtle perfume wafted pleasantly around her. Ballad’s normally expressionless face offered a shy grin as she exposed her elongated fangs. The other girl’s whisper brought an excited shiver down Ballad’s spine and ended with a swipe of her tail over her dark hips.

”And you shall, my Sunshine.” She whispered back with a sweet mischievous grin as she mirrored Zora’s movements. She tilted her head and as she aimed to rid the distance between them she closed her eyes. Ballad’s lips met hers, bringing an unexpected spark as they touched.

Zora and Ballad's lips met in a brief, fleetingly sweet moment that sent Zora's heart fluttering in her chest. It lasted a mere moment, and Zora wished she could freeze time to stand still in those few seconds for hours longer. Her tail swayed lightly behind her as she stepped reluctantly back from the fire-touched woman who set her chest ablaze. Her eyes batted open and her body language suggested she was willing to go for another kiss if Ballad wished- oh, but then there was a charming male with a coat that reminded her of the setting sun as the sky fades to steely blue and eventually black with stars dotting the abyss. Such a flattering coat with highlights of colors not too different from her own pelt. He stepped forward, "A kiss from a lady as beautiful as you would surely energize me for the night to come." A pleasant smile crossed over Zora's freshly kissed lips as she ran her tongue over them lightly to savor that last bit of Ballad that remained on her lips. "I would gladly give you an energizing kiss, if you'd like," she said, leaning in the male's direction, ready to close the gap between them at any moment.