Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

The welcome ceremony had begun and Kyrell listened with an ear turned towards the red woman. A warm speech that quickly got down to business. It had taken a moment for Boone and Reverie to catch on the discontent below, but they acted quickly once noticed.

Kyrell took a step back as Reverie took charge. Reaching out to the distressed woman with a gentle hand and an order to a "Blossom" for medicinal herbs. Kyrell's head turned to catch a glimpse of the wolf's face before they disappeared.

He looked back as the red wolf found her voice. A pitiful expression set on his face as her demeanor oozed shame and she pleaded for space, from Boone in particular. His head leveled to his chest as he obliged, himself. It may not have been directed to him, but it was becoming a needlessly crowded sort of spectacle. He wheeled away to sit himself down in the grass, not before catching the smile and returning it with a nod.

Rump hitting the frosted terrain he settled down with a yawn. Now catching sight of the small multicolored woman that had joined the collection. He nodded to her before his gaze followed the young, ink furred woman. Evidently a prickly thing as she pointedly sat besides the boss man. A hint of amusement took to his eyes.