The Sentinels Offer me that deathless death

Norsamu was happily lapping up the speckles that fell onto her mane, savoring the taste of the unique drink. She flashed her pearly whites in a grin to the male, "delicious," she said, after cleaning herself. Honestly if there was more, she felt that she'd take his whole batch! Though seeing he too had the liquid on his mane that showed he enjoys it, that'd just be stealing from a friend! Wouldn't be an issue if he was a stranger, but the maned wolf counted him like a buddy now! A buddy, who shares rum. Probably gonna need to know how to make it herself eventually... Boy, would her family have a riot about this. Maybe she'd offer them a short prayer and drink rum on their behalf.

The wolf, never having a alcoholic beverage before didn't know what she was feeling. There was a delightful warmth circulating her body, as well as that craving for more. Norsamu raised her paw and slapped the ground a few time, "hahaha!" while letting out a loud, and unruly laughter, "I think I need some more brother!"

Her body felt restless, "let us go to your pack, aye? A Pack that brews a drink like this, I feel they are worthy brothers and sisters to meet!" The thought of joining didn't cross her mind, but she didn't have a negative view on the thought, she more wanted to meet the wolves who created this glorious blend!  Her loud, and obnoxious laughter proved her great like over the substance. However if they're like Zigzag, she feels they'd be good companions. Wouldn't mind a few tales over a drink.

she gonna be a destructive and loud drunk