Whitebark Stream Margaritas for all

@Sequoia 

The encounter with Njord and Valmua had got Merlin thinking. He had enjoyed the company of both, more so with the fellow, who was his age, than with the luscious lady. And if one person in a pack was guaranteed to have fun, weren't it worth finding out, if others were just as awesome? It had been few months now, since he had wandered on is own and, though he did not wish to admit it, he yearned for society. 

But he was in no rush to sell his freedom just yet. And such thoughts were pushed to the far-off corner of his mind, when he managed to catch and kill a hare that morning, and with his belly full - was enjoying no the sunlight of the short late autumn day. Merlin sunbathed, idly observing the surroundings.