There was a lot going on at this bonfire festival and Sota was more than a little overwhelmed. Not that he'd let it show, though. In his early life he'd been a rather reclusive sort of fellow and only after spending years in The Hallows had he grown used to socializing amongst so many others... but not nearly so many. Was this their largest turnout yet? Once he arrived he was happy to settle in on his own, letting his watchful gaze drift over the crowd and keep an eye on the visitors. One wolf in particular though seemed like she needed some company. He'd caught sight of Bowen when he first arrived, placing an offering on the pyre before slinking away from the festivities and into the shadows. Something about her demeanor suggested she'd been crying even if he wasn't able to really see tell. Giving her time to decompress, he waited a short while before approaching. Moving beside the younger female, he pressed his head lightly to her shoulder. Whether she wanted to talk or not he wasn't sure, but he wouldn't press the subject. "How does some company sound?" If she wasn't receptive to it he would leave her alone, but he had a sneaking suspicion she'd appreciate it.

Bowen lay in the longer grass, peering through to watch the fire as it ate the branch that she'd offered up. The tears had dried on her cheeks, but an aura of melancholy still clung to her. She hadn't been expecting anyone to notice her with the level of excitement buzzing through the air, but she was very much mistaken.

A gentle voice reached her ears and soon a soft, friendly headbutt was delivered to her shoulder. Bowen's emerald eyes lifted to meet those of Sota and the caramel woman smiled before giving him an accepting nod. As Sota settled beside her, Bowen scooted closer placing her hip against his. They were old friends, after all. He had helped her look for Boogie when she was younger and she'd never forget the small man's assistance.

"How are you, Sota?" She genuinely wanted to know about his well being. It was well known in The Hallows that the little brute was treasured and well liked. No one had better dare be giving him a hard time.

"Speech"|| "Romanian"

A faint sigh fell from his lips as he settled down, feeling a dull ache pulling at his joints. These days especially be was beginning to feel his age, though he wouldn't let thoughts of his mortality hold him back completely. By this time of day he was usually long curled up in his room, not far off from sleep, so he was presently fighting off a yawn as he began to settle in.

Present company seemed far more important than feeling a little sleepy, though.

Scooting close to her revealed the tears that stained her cheeks. Where had Bowen been these days, anyway? Sota rarely pried into the affairs of others and generally kept to himself, though he regretted then not keeping a closer eye on her.

Their eyes met and he offered a gentle smile, in spite of the somber air that hung heavy around them.

"I'm well enough" "I'm just happy to see everyone so happy, he thought to himself, which was mostly true. Imagining what might be ailing Bowen, though, tugged at his heartstrings. Everyone here deserved the same happiness, and she was no exception. "What about you? Bonfires not your thing?" Not prying, but giving an out if she didn't feel like talking about whatever she was feeling - opening the door for her to share if she wished to.