The Sentinels Offer me that deathless death

Of course Zig was a gentleman. In fact, the only time he ever had any real manners was around pretty women. He watched her drink the concoction without even the slightest hesitation. Impressive, he thought; most wolves would have tentatively sniffed it before even attempting a small sample, but the girl just dug right in. Yep, Zig answered her question proudly, hoping the rum would enough to lure her back to his pack's territory, or at least keep her around here for a bit. 

He chuckled a little when she surfaced from the treat with remnants in her fur. He looked in and noticed she had taken quite a bit and with a raised eyebrow, said, Enjoyed it I see. He was glad she liked it; most wolves were put off by the alcohol and sour fruit taste at first, especially with Zig's mixture because he always put a lot of fruit in his rum; the more fruit there was, the more alcohol there would be, right? Plus, he really loved fruit in any form really. 

Zig's mouth watered as he moved to get some for himself. He drank some of the strong liquid and chowed down on the fruit, enjoying the way the flavors burst on his tongue with every bite. When he brought his head back up, he had the mixture splattered on his fur as well, little red and purple streaks on his cheeks and paws. He always got too excited to even try to eat neatly. He turned back to Norsamu, licking his lips, the warmth from the alcohol just starting to spread through his body from his belly. How do ya feel? he asked, studying her as he waited for her answer.