"That was one hell of a show," comes a voice from not too far away, standing with her hands behind her back, looking at him with her head just slightly cocked to the side. "I'd give it a six out of ten. You lost points for that weird child scaring thing at the end."

But she isn't here solely to be a smartass, or even partially one - there is a wryness to her tone, rather than mockery, and she steps forward. One of the hands behind her back swings forward, presenting him with a rather battered wineskin.

"Sorry. Fresh outta goblets." To a wolf's nose, though, the scent of wine is an easily detected one.