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The longer Kiara stayed in Ichika no Ho-en the more welcome she felt. The pack was kind and generous and its peaceful ways would surely mellow out the young wolf in a few years. It was an event like this that Kiara had been waiting for. Samhein would provide the she-wolf with the perfect opportunity to fully integrate herself in the pack and learn its traditions. The more people that arrived, the more excited the arctic wolf got. The two months that Kiara had spent traveling were lonely to a wolf who was used to the social life of a pack. All these new faces enthralled the snow wolf, especially because most of them were the mysterious Luperci.
Merry Samhein Naryu, Pripyat. the she-wolf parroted. Although Naryu offered Kiara a drink, the young wolf did not see how she could possibly drink from the glass bottle. Kiara, unlike most in Nova Scotia, was not a Luperci and many concepts such as wine were still foreign to her. I am alright for now, but thank you for the offer. Kiara eyed the bottle with curiosity as the sweet smell of wine drifted towards her sensitive nose. However, the bottle was quickly forgotten when the juicy smell of a fresh kill wafted towards the her. Kiara sniffed the air and forced herself to be content with the beast's fragrance. As a low ranking wolf, it was not her place to be the first one at the kill. She would just have to wait until the higher ranks had their share.< p>
Kiara decided to turn her attention towards the golden luperci that was making her way towards Shiloh and herself. The approaching wolf seemed unsteady on her feet and in her drunken swagger seemed to sway like a willow tree in the breeze. Merry Samhein X'yrin, its good to see you again. Um...I appreciate the offer, but I... Kiara stopped mid sentence and watched inquisitively as the drunken nomad's mind began to wander. X'yrin wasn't like this when the two first met. What could have brought about the sudden change? Kiara became even more confused when X'yrin slugged the drink and picked up a rock only to declare it as such. With a loud smash, the bottle broke and was left with only a little wine in the bottom.
Oh, she was making a dish for us, how curious. Kiara bent her head to stare at the puzzling liquid and just barely processed the nomads desperate attempts to stay vertical as she retrieved more wine. The young wolf took an uncertain sip of the liquid and brightened immediately. The sensation of alcohol was new to the arctic wolf and she was overjoyed as the sweet substance ran down her throat. Kiara looked up a Shiloh and nuzzled the dish a little closer to shy wolf. You have to try this, its wonderful! When X'yrin returned with a promise to share more wine Kiara happily exclaimed, Oh, yes please! The night was just beginning and Kiara's tail was already thumping the ground at a high rate. With promising friends before her, wine at her feet, and a blazing fire on her back; the she wolf could only look forward to the events to come.
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