There was a pause in her erratic outbursts at which point Lulu's face took on a serious expression. Lulua'ina. Lulu is easier to pronounce. She smiled at the male; a sobering expression of helplessness. She knew how pitiful she must've looked, unable to even keep herself upright, but there was nothing she could do to change it. She was stuck on a neverending cycle of ups and downs, though it seemed as if she'd lost her place and in turn, her identity along the way.

Lulu bit at her lip and looked at the male with a solemn gaze before repeating his own question. Who are you?

Perhaps if Lulu had been sober, she would've thought twice about remaining seating, what with Jotunn's quick change in attitude and all. Instead of sending red flags up in the femme's mind, she figured it a rather good sign in her favor and did nothing but grinned happily at her companion. I like you. The words slipped from her mouth with a sweet lilt to each end, though she was too high on a mixture of euphoria and kava to notice. Lulu managed to climb to a sitting position, though her hindlegs remained splayed to the side.

From the corner of her eye, she could make out another wolf of much more intrigue. On her did she carry a pelt of blues and greens. She called out for Lulu to follow, thus the sylph bit her lip and considered her options. She was sure that this was a hallucination, though it was one she couldn't ignore. I have to go now, Lulu whispered to her friend before standing and slowly beginning her wobbly strut toward the wolfess.