Lost in the wind

His eyes tracked the staggering figure, hard silver turning to mirth. This could spell out lots of fun for a certain dark male. A second flicker of movement caught his eye, and his eyes picked out the dark figure of Kadence. Yay! Someone to share the drunken wolf with. He began toward her silently, not wanting to alert the figure.

[Feel free to skip Seronda until she is needed]


He swiftly moved into position at her side, a grin on his face. "Want to play with it?" he asked as casually as if he were suggesting it was a stick or toy.