Leland was gone from the Aniwaya lands, but little Noir called the place home and Lysander had spent the last few days exploring the tribe’s lands. He came in the evening and went in the morning and very rarely did he have to hide from anyone or retreat. The whole world was his playground and the home of Aniwaya was just another sandbox for him to dig around in. Fully shifted, he sauntered through the packlands, his arms hanging loosely at him sides.
The cursing he heard off somewhere in the night brought a smile to his face. Somewhere, someone was having a horrible evening. For a moment he hesitated, should he go the other way or see who was making a fuss? And if he found her, for it sounded like a girl, should he cheer them up or make their day worse? The decision was already made for him for the cursing became louder and the woman came crashing through the clearing, collapsing onto the ground and then dragging herself to a tree. Gingerly Lysander made his way over to her.
She seemed in a sorry state, drunk out of her mind and barely functioning. Lysander grinned, some of his best memories, or at least the stories other people told him when he woke up from his blackout, happened in that state of mind. Even if she seemed upset, Lysander decided, she was probably having a good time. Getting drunk and upset and starting fights was fun, for the husky at least, and he wasn’t going to let this pretty little lass waste a perfectly good night. The sun hadn’t even set yet. "Hello there miss, what are ya doing out?"