Wolf RPG

Tousaint watched the activities, but generally kept to himself. Into the shadows he blended, overlooked easily by those who were too merry to see two feet in front of them. He found it most difficult to escape the notice of the Fellahin, who seemed keen to usher everyone present to their desires and needs. He sampled the food when others drew away from it, simultaneously impressed and confused by the taste and texture of prepared meals. 

While the wolves of Sapphique enjoyed seafood and treasured pretty things like abalone shell and pearls, he came to understand quite quickly that these wolves enjoyed lavish things too. 

Some had brought gifts- and were placed as offerings, he guessed for the happy couple. Tousaint had an eye for glittering things, and drew closer to the collection of offered gifts, taking note of gleaming gemstones he had never before seen in his life- and began to find himself all the more allured by this glamorous lifestyle.

adorned on those gaunt hips remained the scaly, shimmering skin of the iridescent snake that Senmut had left for her, twisted and coiled about in an alluring manner, tuna remains focused on the guests for this feast. her platters remained full for only moments before she would return to the stocks in hopes of giving more. wine flowed, meats prepared, fish caught, honey sampled. 

this event was nothing short of the Ritz Carlton of the wilds, where only the A-list celebrities could be invited (plus a few of the commoners who perhaps came in without much notice. So long as the mazoi did their work, the fellahin could remain focused on what else came.

kohl-winged eyes come to watch over a cinnamon-dusted graham cracker who seems drawn to the gifts. and assuming that perhaps he is nothing but an admirer and not a thief, tuna saunters over with an upbeat smile. "bee-utiful, ain't'it?" she asks him with a cheeky tone, "yew findin' this'ere party tew yer likin, mister....?" she drawls, hoping to get a name from him.