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Frankly speaking, Dwin was bored and did not feel entirely comfortable in this gathering. It was a new discovery about herself. While at Brecheliant she had yearned for company of other people and had enjoyed every single meeting with people outside her pack. Now here, where there were plenty opportunities to expaned her network of connections, she felt awkward and unfitting. There were simply too many strangers for her to handle. 

They were mostly interested in either food or drinks and the more time passed, the more she could observe, how some drinks changed the demeanor of the guests. She never thought too highly of anyone she had not talked in person to, but watching the drunken crowd was as if seeing them throw their carefully crafted masks away and showing their true colours. Most of the time they were not very flattering.

Now and then she spied Frolic and her friend appear here and there among the crowd. She wondered, if she should make sure that her younger sister did not try the truth serum and thus cause a lot of trouble, but it would be a fruitless task. Then someone addressed her and she turned to meet a small, thin she-wolf, clad in black. Small talk. Great. Yet, Dwin mustered up a polite expression and replied: "Maybe. And I have heard that you do not need to hunt at all, that magic works for you?"

It was a friendly tease, a joke. Dwin's way of evaluating people always started with finding out, if they had any sense of humor.