Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

He swaggered lightly, a droll smile lighting his lips as he craned his neck back to watch the faint lightshow overhead. His lips moved, as if he was speaking to himself, mirroring the thoughts that raced through his mind. His ears cupped forward, as if searching for the faint hissing sound of the light singing on the air. 

His nose, however, quivered when it detected the scent of other wolves. He dropped his head, a motion that sent his world spiraling as he staggered sideways. He drew in a breath and steadied himself as he hovered his drifting muzzle above the ground. A quiet hiccough caused him to lurch, though he managed to keep his paws from stumbling forward. 

He lifted his bleary gaze when the sound of a growl came from the darkness, punctuated a moment later by the shrill cry of a hawk. He was more curious about the latter- having never known hawks to be terribly active at night. He searched the frosty wilderness until he saw a faint dash of white against the dark backdrop- and realized a moment later that it was a show of teeth from a protective pack member. 

He steadied himself as much as he could, while lowering his posture to show he meant no threat. His tail waved, as if in an apology, and he finally began to feel a wave of dread creep in. Those crabapples might have filled his belly, but he was definitely paying for it now. It was the first time he'd ever experienced what it was like to be intoxicated, and that effect had not been intended. 

"I'mmmm...Sorry," He blurted. "I diddddun cross, I'se promise!" He'd give scout's honour if he had to, but he felt so deeply ashamed to be caught in this state. He wobbled lightly. It was hard for him to keep track of where Jr's face was when his vision was swimming. "C'you just like....Stand still? Please?" He beseeched.