Lion Head Mesa Find the Strength [WP]

Reyson was not as stiff as everyone thought. He hadn't been before at least. Granted only in certain company and when he was sure there was no threat, but here and now. This place, he wasn't certain that it was free of enemies. He knew Germanicus trusted these wolves, and such, but Reyson didn't. He trusted no one truthfully, but he had learned once upon a time that places of such revelry, and with politicians and kings, there was deep seeded evil in the roots often.

Reyson chuckled. Sometimes, perhaps, but not as much as you might think.

He didn't reprimand her, or argue. Parties were not his forte, but he stepped into follow behind her. She was excited and he didn't wish to ruin her day. She was young only once.

Reyson took a bite of the stuff she gave him and he immediately felt the small buzz at the back of his head. Because he was not used to imbuing. However, it was nothing for the cloying sweetness of the berries and honey. He wanted to spit it back out, but he obliged and swallowed, licking along the seam of his muzzle to get the offending stickiness off. His face did not give away his displeasure.

He could certainly see why she would like it, but he was not a fan of sweet as much as tart.