It had been a quiet day, and Strelein had not seen fit to harass anyone. He had been bored, yes, but he had kept out of everyone's hair by attempting to look for more beads, which Svara would have mocked him for. The woman got under his skin, but as time went by, her insults stung less and she seemed more a friend than at the beginning. Though their relationship was still pretty nonexistent, Strel liked to think that things were improving. She might even warm up to him and cut off her streams of cruel words. But whatever happened, Svara was a packmember, which meant that even disliking her could not bypass the loyalty that was required.
When the call came out from the king, Strel had been cleaning off a bunch of plastic beads. They were dusty and dirty, and looked cheap to boot, but they could help fill out a necklace with many missing pieces. He packed them away in his bag, which still contained some clothes of his. His ears perked up at the sound, and he grinned. The King had been up to something for a while, and now it seemed they'd find out. Chances were he had planned a party of some sort. That meant alcohol, and while Strel had not really drank much before, he hoped to enjoy himself to the fullest.
Around the area of the cave, Strel noticed another pack mate struggling. He knew enough of her to know she was blind. Rushing in to assist her, he took her hand and began to lead her slightly. "Here, let me help you." He couldn't address the others yet, namely because he did not want this woman to fall. It would be a nasty one if it happened, and the evening could not stand to be ruined by something so easily prevented. "Oh careful where you put your left foot down."