Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

Somehow Screech had stopped paying attention to what he was doing, so he followed after Grayday and was soon met by the plethora of wolves. Not too long after that someone took notice of him (- that looks kinda badass, commented a gray dude named Sunny; Screech briefly wondered if there was a relation to this older grey dude, but didn't make mention). Things were happening all over. There was a small and dark girl with curlie-cue ears bolting around and kissing people (Seelie); a broad-faced guy that didn't look entirely wolfish (Stockholm); and before Screech could really get a handle on things, Greyday was being whisked away by one of the ladies.

'Well now what do I do?' He suddenly thought, for he was standing in the middle of this family gathering, or party, or whatever this was. It reminded him painfully of his own family as he took to watching the Cortens -- at that point some other wolves deigned to join the fray, one of which being a silvered girl with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen (Faeryn). She seemed to be examining the growing crowd the way Screech had earlier, trying to find a familiar face. Taking a chance, the one-eyed boy ducked around the various bodies and made a careful advance to where the girl was standing.

He cleared his throat as he came upon her, but didn't say anything for a little bit. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he managed a half-assed Hello, before a howl rose upon the wind; Screech felt his attention briefly flicker in the direction of the coast, and when he looked back the petite black wolf was flailing about near the blue-eyed girl's paws, looking every bit like a shining oil stain in the moonlight. Screech knew he'd missed his chance so he slipped away from the hubub and in the process, inadvertently was herded along with the other hunters.

It almost felt like he was lost at sea; in this case, the sea was a family of very happy people. Screech could've found an excuse to leave at any point really — he had thought of it through all the chaos of the party — but a part of him was missing all of this. The laughter, the love, even if it wasn't spared for his sake, this was all so similar to a life he'd left behind and he was loathe to leave it now. He thought of this in a vague sense but had attuned himself to the stranger that was speaking — mentioning something about sea lions that sounded ridiculous but, for once, Screech was speechless.

Then, the hunt began.