Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

Boone's voice rose once again to carry on with his announcements, and Wayfarer's attention soon wavered. His words grated on her in ways she hadn't expected; he was going to be "watching" to cherry pick which of the three allocated punks would seemingly be good enough to serve in delivering gifts to some other pack on his behalf. A muscle in her jaw tightened in frustration as she dipped her gaze away from the ashen-furred Alpha's face, for she had no intention of competing with these wolves for the chance to be some errand girl.

Then, much to her surprise and disgust, the leading pair moved on to gush and make googly eyes at one another. It'd bothered her more than it should have to learn that Reverie was involved with another, and her heart gave an uncomfortable lurch to hear the praise and affection they shared publicly for one another while nausea threatened to churn in her gut.

Wayfarer was ready to leave, for it took great effort to keep herself from rolling her eyes at her gilded friend's afterthought inincluding the minions she and her companion had gathered to support their claim. Just as she thought about collecting herself to make a speedy exit, the ebony youth approached her with an opportunity for distraction. Sure, she agreed in a tone as hushed as her companion's, and glanced in Boone's direction to confirm that the gathering had concluded - following which she would let the girl lead the way.