Lion Head Mesa Work it hard, like it's your profession

I hope Reyson is okay If he isn't allowed near here I can delete this.

Reyson had enough loudness. The fermenting honey had tasted awful to him, and the one bite he had quickly tried to get away from. Tierra was acting crazy. There was much going on. And it made his pelt itchy and his chest hurt.

So for a moment he was in search of a reprieve. He had traveled further from the party and the noise, ears to his skull, tail weaving gently behind him as large paws walked through the areas he was unsure of.

He was about to return back, because he didn't like the feeling of this place either when a small noise caught his attention. He lifted scarred ears and redirected towards a room. He leaned in and chuffed quietly, eyes taking in all that was around. It was a store room of sorts and inside it another.