Voodoo carefully placed the wooden barrels across the small portion of forest. She had spent weeks fermenting this stuff, a soft humm in her voice. The barrels had been a perfect experiment for her. She had discovered how to make a pretty potent thing. Alchohol was something she had heard of and now had a habit of partaking in. That along with the cured plants of weed in which she was rather skilled at making. After already giving herself a dose she felt elated giggly and rather... well... lonely. She wanted to socialize share this with someone. After all this much booze would kill her why had she made so much anyway? Probably in her high manic state but she felt rather proud regardless.

Voodoo tilted her head, this was probably not a good idea but she had everything for a nice get together. Carefully she lifted herself up regal and dunked her head into a barrel. It stunk her nose as she pulled her head out again and gave a giddy howl. Calling those near the mangrove to join her. She didnt care for some reason she wanted the company of strangers and perhaps just a fun time. She giggled jumping around the clearing as she looked at her work. Tonight would be fun.

He had been inspecting the glowing foliage very intently when a somewhat warbled and shaky howl rang out, calling out for anyone nearby to join the wolf. With a final sniff, Raylan looked over his shoulder towards the inner portion of the glowing forest, wondering who would be calling out in such a joyous tone at this time of the evening. Not one to shy away from opportunities, he began heading that way with a spring in his step, very curious as to what he would find. The sharp and tangy scent of strong alcohol filled his nostrils long before he even caught sight of the woman who appeared to be quite large with a monochromatic coat. He watched for a few moments as she jumped about gleefully, a grin on his face as he took in the scene. While no one else was around, spending a night drinking heavily was always a fun idea to him and so he barked out to the woman, smoothly waking closer next to one of the alcohol-filled barrels. He couldn't quite tell what type of alcohol it was, but he'd drink pretty much anything, so it didn't matter that much to him. "Got room for one more, lass?" Raylan grinned widely at her, tipping his muzzle towards the barrels to signify that he definitely wanted to partake in whatever plans she had tonight.

The mangroves proved to be their own special hell, blocking the Soliel's view of the stars and forcing her to make unnecessary twists and turns around spider-legged trees, with the added bonus of wading through chest deep water. All in all, the girl wasn't having a great night. She wanted out, but she was lost, and given the fact that all the trees looked the same to her, well, she didn't have much hope of finding her way out tonight. A stranger's call echoed through the trees, a welcome sound that Noelie found too good to ignore, so she altered her course, and began trudging through the swamp towards it. The yearling was happy to find that the voice led her to dry land where she was able to give her spotted coat a quick shake before continuing on, though water still fell in droplets from her stomach. Noelie called out a greeting as she approached, taking note of the woman first. "Hullo." Her bright gaze flickered to the barrels first before skating over the man, a familiar face. "Oh, fancy seeing you here." Had he been a newcomer, or did he take part in setting all of this up? Either way, Noelie knew a party when she saw one, or smelled one at least. "Mind if I join?"

Not sure if you still wanted people for this but xD

It'd been a minute since anything exciting happened in the mangrove.  The long night seemed to have lasting effects on everybody's mental health and nobody really seemed down to do anything that required too much energy.  Fir didn't mind.  She knew that sometimes you had to use all of your energy to just pick up the pieces and survive.  She also knew the importance of not using energy you don't have, which is why she never pushed it.  Solitude usually suited her anyways.  Her ears sure did perk up in excitement when she heard cheerful voices nearby though, she wouldn't deny that. "Fan miwan worefankane fan kane kanefan fan ona?" the yearling asked as she made her way into the clearing.  It took her a moment to realize that the wolves in front of her now were not in fact swamp kin, and her cheeks flushed with heat when realization finally hit. "Oh..." she stood there awkwardly, surveying the scene.

*Fennish translation:  For what purpose do we become so merry?