Emberwood champagne showers

Yule had been a smashing success, and though she probably should still be resting, she found herself awake and restless this morning, wandering into the Emberwood without a care. Perhaps it would be a while before her sleep schedule got back on track. Nevertheless, she was happy, and grateful for all the joys life had given her as of late. It couldn't get better than this, surely?

His dark pink eyes were what caught her eye, so verdant against the drab colors of winter. There was nothing else very remarkable about him save that gaze, but he looked affable enough. She smelled Easthollow on his pelt, but not a lot of it--a new recruit, perhaps?

Lily sauntered up to him with a smile, her tail wagging behind her. Good morning, she greeted warmly, looking him over. Haven't seen your face around before, unless I've had a terrible lapse in memory. She giggled, still giddy from the festivities (or, more likely, lack of sleep). What brings you 'round these parts?