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As Wraen congratulated him, Eljay smiled broadly. Thanks Wraen! he said with uncharacteristic excitement, as this was news that he himself still found hard to believe, too. He figured it'd dawn on him at some point that it was really real. At some point.

Eljay smiled at Maia as she introduced herself; she seemed nice, and at the very least excited, which was a quality Eljay appreciated. Excited wolves usually didn't require much in the sense of entertaining and so there was less time for awkward silences.

Speaking of exciting wolves, Epic arrived shortly after. Wraen explained that he hadn't missed anything and they could start. Eljay listened to her explanations while he sat down, then lay down on the ground as well, hoping to make a bit of a circle between the four of them so they could all see each other well enough.

Wraen explained the idea of the night, and Eljay bobbed his head thoughtfully as she explained. Then she asked for suggestions, and Eljay didn't really have any. He did, however, have a question: What's uhm, Round Robin, or 'How did this come into the world'? I've never played that. The thought of games made Eljay a little anxious, but he hid the feeling well enough (perhaps because he often looked anxious) as he knew Wraen had put a lot of effort organising this, and for him.