08:06 PM

With the hot sun beating down on the sandy beaches outside of the mountain, most of the patrol is outside, young leverets under watch by their minders, officers doing some warm up exercises, some talking to others, while some are keeping guard, armed and scanning the flat beach from afar.  Jarril slowly comes padding out, followed by a few other officers carrying a long rope and with a smile he calls out.  "I hope ya lot have decided who is gonna go where on this rope, wot."  Looking about, he points to the officers who begin to place the rope along the beach lengthways.  Turning his head, he smiles at the Badger Lord and gives him a smart salute.  "Good Afternoon, sah.  Ready I take it?"  Padding up to the badger.

Standing in the shade the huge mountain produces, Triss watches the preperation for the tug-of-war with a look of amusement. Chuckling aloud, she steps from her place and helps place the end of the thick rope, opposite the Badger Lord. "S'gonna take two-score hares t'beat 'im!" she muses to herself, stepping back as some hares begin to gather 'round the rope, giving a hopeful look in Jarril's direction.

Already standing upon the warm sand, her arms crossed over her chest, Zoe looks around in wry amusement. She, herself, leans against a table that's been temporarily set up, and upon it various platters have been set - given that the feast was somewhat 'potluck', there's a variety of food. In fact, the population of the area is varied, as well - hares are not the only species present. Mice and squirrels and otters galore mill about, socializing with the hares of the mountain. However, everyone seems to perk up a bit at the arrival of the Badger Lord and the rope.

Watching Triss move off, Lain slowly follows her, giving a few anxious glances around the crowded area. As she passes, trailing Triss across the warm sands, a few bucks give some glances in her direction, only to be rewarded with a sour glare. Lain's eyes rove once again over the crowd, her dislike of large groups making her a bit uneasy.

Morrow slips in near the back of the crowd, looking somewhat sheepish. Imagine, her being late for anything, even something like this. Unheard of. She ducks around several shorter hares, then straightens up, acting as though she's been here from the beginning.

Stepping up beside Jarril, looming as always, Bludstripe gives a quiet nod, his large fists coming together as he cracks his nuckles, grinning widely. "That I am, major.. Where do I stand?" He looks around with ready anticipation.

Rahier is standing in the middle of a circle of leverets, the target of a game of keep-away. He bounds about, trying to grab the ball. Making a desperate dive to snag it, he lands face-first in the sand, much to the amusement of the gathered dibbuns. He looks up with a grin, face wreathed in sand.

Telek stands quite contently beside the the table, picking varied pieces of cheese from the selection every so often, he watches the rope being laid out with a mix of eagerness and common sense. He spends his time debating taking part in the tug of war hoping to avoid having his arms dislocated or being thrown a fair distance.

Jarril smiles and points to the end of the rope that is up the slope facing the mountain ledge and the grasslands on top.  "That end sah.  I thought this year we have the hares pulling towards the sea."  Turning his head to the hares, he points to the other end and nods at them before moving forwards himself and coughs to get everyone's attention.

Chanteur weaves her way through the crowd for a better view of the tug-of-war.

A smile spreads over Triss's face and she backs away from the rope, returning to her shady spot in the shadows. She won't participate, but she'll have a heck of a time just watching. She looks behind her at Lain, "Why dontcha join in, love?" she asks, putting a friendly paw on the young haremaid's shoulder. "They could use you," she adds, giving another amused glance at the Badger Lord.

Telek sighs believing he will regret his decision and moves towards the seaward end of the rope. This being the first time he's been in something like this in a long time he supposed he really ought to participate.

Jarril looking about now, the major fixes his still growing whiskers and stands at attention.  "Welcome one and all ta our annual summer festivities.  As ya all know, this summer we have challenged Lord Bludstripe at tug of war."  The major winked and turned his head slowly to face the other guests.  "We are very much obliged that so many have come taday and we have a good feast ready for all.  But first."  He turns his head to the Bludstripe.  "Sah.  Are ya ready!"

Nodding, mock serious, Blud makes his way over to his end of the rope, at which point he picks it up, handling it about in his paws to get the feel of it. "Ahh.. nice, firm rope.. Bit scrawny for the likes of me, but..." He then flashes a toothy grin at the opposite hares, quirking a brow. "I'm sure I'll manage." He casts a glance at Jarril, then nods. "Ready, major."

While Jarril was talking, two other hares made two lines in the sand underneath the rope that had one large knot in the centre.

Rahier stands up, spitting out a bit of sand and shaking all the sand from his face and tunic. He looks over to Jarril and the gathering tug of war. He gives a wave to the group of leverets and ruffles the ears of two of them before wandering over to the larger group to participate.

Glancing towards Triss uneasily, Lain gives a quick smile to the major, dashing off towards the tug-of-war.  "Oh wait..." she mutters, looking around wildly for Zoe, catching the necklace jingling effortlessly with a paw.  "Zoe..." she murmurs, her eyes peeled for the colonel, running a bit away from the crowd before she starts shivering all over.

Jarril nods his head and turns to face the hares with a smile.  "And I take it that ya are ready as well."  The major getting a resounding yes and he gives them a wink.  "Right."  Turning his head back to the centre again.  "The winner will be the one ta get this knot passed their line."  Jarril moving forwards and then he shouted out.  "Right.  Both sides, please take the strain until the knot has touched my paw!"

Pushing off from the table, Zoe takes a couple of steps towards the rope, but.. stops, watching everyone with wry amusement; she'll stay out of this one. Then, however, she spies Lain off to the side and limps over to her, her brow wrinkled in a slight frown. She side-steps a roaming leveret, then stops near the younger doe. "'Ey, Lain, you a'right?"

Telek takes up his segment of the rope and readies himself, shaking his head and sighing again as he does so.

Teylor slowly walks into the group looking around. Having just arrived here she doesn't quite know what's going on, but once she sees the rope she does. A bit shy in this big group she stays off to the side, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

Hurriedly pulling of her necklace and putting it on Zoe, Lain gives a quick kiss on the Colonel's cheek, flashing a grin of happiness.  "Keep it safe, will you, Zoe?" she says, smiling as she scampers off to join in the tug-of-war.

Doing as told, Bludstripe takes a couple of steps back, as do the hares on the other side, and the knot slowly begins to rise up towards Jarril's outstretched paw, and once the rope is level, they all stop, waiting patiently but tensely for the command to start. Bludstripe, however, isn't tense. He's simply amused - and excited. His grip is firm but light, and never before did a badger look so ready for a 'child's game'.

Watching after Lain, Triss blinks as the young haremaid starts to shiver. "Er..." she takes a few steps forward, stopping as Zoe arrives and Lain calms. The haremaid scampers off and Triss joins Zoe, "Wot was tha' all 'bout?" she asks, peering at the necklace now in Zoe's care.

Rahier grins at Jarril's speech and takes a place at the rope behind Telek, examining the rope in his hands and testing his footing on the sand. He pokes the other hare in the shoulder. "'oy, this'll be fun, eh?" He looks down the rope towards the Badger Lord.

Telek wraps the rope around his arm "Yeah, better pull hard if you don't want to see the inside of the infirmary today" he closes his eyes and waits.

Lots of hares and other species are watching intently now as the big battle is about to begin, a test of strength against one badger and quite a lot of hares on the other end.  Looking at the rope, the major nods his head and removes his paw back to his side and takes two long steps back.  "Alright then.  On the count of three."  "One!"  His arm began to rise.  "Two!"  Arm fully raised up above his head.  "Three!"  Dropping his paw, the major gives the signal for the game to begin amongst the loud cries of support for both sides.  The major smiling, nothing like a friendly sport that doesn't involve bloodshed.

Blinking uncertainly, Zoe lifts her head after having ducked it for Lain, a paw going to her neck where the necklace now rests. Her gaze shifts to Triss, uncertainly. "Er... can't say that I know, wot.." She quirks a brow, shrugging lightly. "Guess she jus' didn't want it t' get messed up in the 'war', or some such."

Grabbing hold of the line next to Rahier, Lain gives a quick glance at the hares present, biting her lip nervously.  "Hey, Rahier," she greets quietly, stealing glances that require assurance towards Triss and Zoe.  Smiling as she looks at her necklace, she lets a slight chuckle escape her.  "Maybe I ought to give that to her..." she contemplates before her attention is whisked away by the tug-of-war.

Telek leans back, digs his heels in and pulls on the rope putting the power of what weight he has and the average strength of his arms into pulling as hard as he can on the rope.

His laughter ringing out as he suddenly fills the tug of the rope from the side of the hares, Bludstripe stands his ground, digging his massive footpaws into the sand. And, for the moment, he remains like that, applying just as much pressure as they apply, "Oh, come now! I thought you lot were warriors!" His voice booms out, full of laughter, and he quirks a brow at the lot. "Perhaps someone ought to fetch my lady Stormstripe to help you?" His gaze sweeps the sand, as if actually searching for her.

Caught up in the excitement, Chanteur jumps up and down in the sand, cheering. "PULL! Put some strength in it!," she shouts, not really cheering for either side specifically, but both at once.

Slipping a bit before regaining her balance, Lain follows Telek's example, leaning back on the line and trying to pull it back.  Teeth gritted but a smile set on her face, she glances at her comrades, trying not to let her footpaws slip in the sand.

Catching Lain glance, Triss offers a smile, making an attempt to reassure the haremaid. As the tug-of-war starts, the Major's smile spreads and she moves closer, getting a better view. "Cmon you lot!" she cheers, throwing her paws up in the air at the mass of hares and other woodlanders on the opposite end of the rope.

Rahier has time to grin toothily at Telek and offer a slightly suprised, "Hello, Lain," Before Jarril gives the signal, bending his knees and pulling along with the others. "C'mon, put y'backs into it!" He laughs with excitement, giving another hard pull at Blud's taunt.

Jarril turns his head to his hares and calls out.  "Come on ya lot.  Ya heard Lord Bludstripe.  Show him just what ya made of, wot!"  Looking down at the knot, he watches it intently, half in the mind to jump in and help out.

Watching from the side the little leveret, has a little smile on her face. Teylor takes a few steps closer beforing realizing what she is doing and goes right back to where she was before. She quickly looks around to see if anyone noticed her and relaxes a bit, staying quiet.

Telek grunts in exertion and brings the paw and arm wrapped in rope up at the elbow, moving the other paw from its position slightly further down he begins to try to shorten the lateral length towards the hares by bringing the length twixt raised paw and the other under neath his elbow.

As the tug from the other side becomes a 'bit' more persistent, Bludstripe digs his footpaws in further, and gives a 'little' jerk himself, at which point several hares stumble forward. At this, he flashes another grin to the others, but it fades a bit as the hares regain their step and pull all the harder. He wrinkles his brow, concentrating a bit more, but still he stands his ground, his feet only slipping a small bit in the loose sand.

Smirking as she realizes that experience in sailing does make a difference, Lain pulls harder, her paws becoming accustomed to the slippery surface of the sand.  Her canvas wrappings put to full use, she pulls back, knees bent and brows furrowed.

Rahier remains in his bent-knee position, putting his full weight against the rope, giving occasional additional tugs. At Blud's jerk of the rope, he slides forward on the sand, falling back against the rope with another tug. "We gotta pull together, c'mon, tug! Tug!" He looks up and down the rope, grunting.

Rerfraining from jumping into the tugging, Triss continuously shouts encouragement to the beasts pulling against the huge badger. "C'mon you lot! Tug!" she cheers, giving frequent glances down the rope at Bludstripe. "Y'can beat 'im! I know y'all can!" she shouts, giving a mock-malicious smile at Bludstripe.

Jarril watches the knot go back and forth and he looks from one side to the other before turning to face the crowd.  "Wot fun this is, doncha know.  Big olde battle but I ask ya.  Who do ya want ta win?"  He looked around at the crowd and the leverets in question.  "Who will win?  Lord Bludstripe or our fine hares?"  Pointing to them.  "But until the battle is won, there by no feasting, wot!"

Jarril grins at the leverets and turns his head back to watching the knot again.

Telek twists to face the other way combining all his current methods as best he can with walking, if it could be called that, toward the sea, this does nothing for his efforts and he soon returns to his original stance.

Redoubling his efforts as he watches the knot jerk back and forth, Bludstripe begins to gain a bit of ground, inch by inch as he pulls hare after hare resolutely towards him. However, it's just at this moment that the entire lot of leverets train their eyes open the great Badger Lord, and quick whisperings pass amongst them. Soon enough, they're all on their feet and, en masse, they scamper over behind Blud and.. what do they do? Well, they -tickle- him, of course! His eyes widen, and he loses his grip on the rope for a second, and it slips an entire two feet before he catches hold of it again, but just barely. His face reddens at the tickling, and he's practically got an entire mass of little creatures circling about him, though they know well enough to avoid his feet.

Jarril blinks and looks at the leverets and turns his head to the hares so that Bludstripe can't see him.  "Come on, it seems like ya have a ally in ya mists, wot!"  He looks at the knot and smiles since it has moved to the other end now, not far from crossing the hare's line to win.

Watches the group of leverets she was -trying- to hide behind run and tickle the big Badger, she gets a bit uncomfortable. The shy little leveret looks around wondering what to do, she wouldn't mind helping but she's scared. She holds her paws infront of her and looks down at the ground, rubbing one footpaw with the other nervously.

Laughing as the leverets tickle Blud, Lain grabs hold of this opportunity, heaving back with all her strength, glaring at a buck who ventures near.  Slipping up a bit, she bites her lip, glancing behind her at her comrades as she struggles to pull the line backwards.

Rahier grits his teeth as the line of hares is pulled towards Blud, giving ground in small steps. As the leverets attack, he falls down as the line suddenly turns in their favor. Scrambling back up and giving a laughing cheer, he resumes struggling backwards, tugging on the rope. "Ah ha! This's our chance, we've got it now, c'mon an' give it all you've got!"

Jarril has a huge smile on his face as the major tries not to burst out laughing at the leverets tickling Bludstripe and see's other dibbuns wanting to get into the fun as small otters, squirrels and other species run up to give all they can give to the huge badger.  Looking in Blud's direction, Jarril calls out.  "Ya okay, sah!"

And the hares do as Rahier suggests - they give it all they've got. Sadly, however, Bludstripe hasn't much left, as a particularly wirey little squirrel dibbun hops up on his back and tickles under his arms. His eyes widening, and a great snorting laugh escaping the Lord, the rope is forgotten as he turns 'bout, 'grabbing' for the attacking dibbuns - whoops, that leaves the rope free with all of those hares tugging -just- so hard... Tch.

Telek stares down at the leverets and shouts out to them amongst grunts of exertion joining Rahiers vocal efforts "Oi, you lot! Keep it up!" he grins as more flock to the badger. As the badger lord lets go he goes flying backwards into those behind him.

Jarril stares wide eyed at the rope being let go and turns his head around quickly calling out.  "Watch out ya lot!"  He shudders slightly as he knows what is about to happen and expects the outcome of such, placing a paw over his eyes and shakes his head, the knot flying past the line though and he see's it with a grin.  Turning around.  "The hares have won!"  He said, looking at the fallen pile and laughing now, unable to keep it in, a paw holding onto his chest.

Letting go of the rope as she slips up, Lain quickly rolls to the side before she gets stampeded on.  Noticing the sudden movement next to her, she looks up abruptly, watching the hares seem to pile on top of each other with a wry grin.  "Oops," she mutters with a chuckle, quickly dusting the sand off her tunic.

Laughing at the antics of Bludstripe, his opponents, and the dibbuns, Zoe shakes her head lightly, paws slipping into her pockets as she rocks back and forth on her heels. "Oh, deah..." This she murmurs as Bludstripe lets go, and she covers a snorting laugh of her own with a cough, her lips twitching up in a grin.

Rahier gives another tug just as the rope goes slack, and is bowled over backwards by Telek, falling again on the hare behind him. "Oof!" He struggles out from the pile of hares. "Gerrof me, y'oaf! Ow!"

Telek scrabble's up from the top of the pile relatively unscathed he grins looking down at Rahier, under the pile "Oh stop moaning we won didn't we?"

Teylor giggles slightly as she sees the dibbuns, and other leverets get Bludstripe. She looks at the pile of hares a giggles even louder as they do look a mess piled up on the ground. She moves her paws to cover her mouth and looks around her.

Backing away from the pile of hares beginning to untangle themselves to give them a bit of breathing room, Lain chuckles as she helps a few of them up to their feet.  Congratulating a few with a pat on the back, she shakes her head at Rahier and Telek, a mischievous grin planted on her face.

Jarril turns his head to see how Bludstripe is coping with the dibbuns and calls out.  "Feast time my little warriors!"

A great - if high-pitched - cheer going up in the 'ranks' of the dibbuns and leverets, they all hastily disentangle themselves from Bludstripe, or are 'gently' helped in doing so by a badger paw to the scruff of their neck before being deposited upon the ground. Bludstripe shakes his head ruefully, looking down at the mass of pudgy-cheeked, grinning faces, "You lot of back-stabbing little cod-wallops.." To this, they all giggle, and scurry off to the feast at Jarril's call. Blud then pads over to Jarril, 'patting' him on the shoulder. Here's hoping it doesn't bowl him over. "You blighter." He grins.

Ears perk up as she hears Jarril. Teylor looks around again at the other beasts and then back towards him wondering what there going to have.

Jarril looks up at Bludstripe with a smirk on his face.  "Why sah.  I have no idea what ya are implying.  Not my fault the young 'un's wanted ta take part and all, wot!"  He turns around and watches the dibbuns rush off to the tables and he chuckles.  "Anyways, ya win next season's competition when autumn comes.  Throwing the stone into the sea.  I wonder if ya break last autumn's record."  Padding slowly to where the others are by the food.

Rahier extricates himself from the pile, standing up. "Bah, I ain't moanin', you're the one who nearly crushed poor ol' me." His ears twitch at the mention of the feast, looking over in that direction. Hastily brushing the loose sand from his pants, he walks over towards the table without another word.

Telek still grinning moves away, following Rahier to the table seeking tuck and such with which to fill the hole left by the tug of war.

Shaking his head ruefully, Blud wanders over to the feast table, gladly taking part in the after-activities feasting. "Aye, you'd better believe I'll win next season's competition.." He then waggles a paw at Teylor as he passes the little leveret. "And without you little hooligans interference, if I might add.." He gives Tey a wink, then steps past her, mingling with the woodlanders of the area.

Chanteur weaves her way through the crowd to the tables, where she places down a small dish of dried fish and a creamy homemade dip that she has brought with her.

Chuckling as she turns away from the shrinking pile of hares, Lain gives a wistful sigh as she glances towards the sea, slowly padding in nearly the opposite direction of the feast.  Spying Zoe and the disappearing Triss, she glances towards the crowding of the hares for the feast before hesitantly trotting over to her aunt.

Teylor looks up at Bludstripe, with a shy little smile, and watches him as he walks by. She starts to follow him towards the table staying steps behind. She reaches the table and slowly looks around for somebeast to sit beside.

Jarril smirks and looks at the leverets and grins.  "Ya find ya got candie chestnut under ya pillow.  Mind ya don't let ya minders see them though, wot."  Without saying another word, the major goes off to talk to some male sea otter.  "So how goes on the sea front then?"  The hare says while picking up a pastie.

Giving Bludstripe a smirk as he passes her, Zoe steps back to the table, watching as various hares wander over, some rubbing their behinds lightly. "Hurt yer tailbone there, eh?" This snide remark she passes to one such hare, to which she receives a reply of good-natured grumbling. As the 'injured' hare passes her, Zoe looks to Lain as she nears. "Good bit of tuggin' ya did there, Lain." She grins.

Telek goes at the layout feverantly piling up a plate which he takes off to the side slightly to gorge from.

Rahier gives a glance to Lain and the others, before turning back to the feast. Spying Chanteur placing her dish on the table, he grins, waving. "'Ey there, Chanteur." Walking over and looking down at the food, he grins. "That looks nice." Popping a bit of the food in his mouth, he grins. "Nice of y'to come. How goes things?"

Grinning back her appreciation to her aunt, Lain rubs the back of her neck modestly with a shrug.  "Oh, I didn't do much," she says quietly, smiling a bit before she tilts her head curiously at the sparking crystals studding her ring (on the necklace).  "You're looking good," she comments with a wink, her concentration distracted as a few bucks stare at her.  Which she promptly returns with a glare.

Chanteur smiles at Rahier, happy to see a familiar face. "Oh, that was funny! Are you hurt much?"

Jarril idly keeps on talking, smile on his face as the cool breeze keeps things to a nice comfortable level just outside of the mountain.  While listening to the tales that the sea otter in question returns back, he nods his head.  "Ya don't say.  Don't think we've seen any sharks near here but I take ya word for it."  Jarril goes back to munching on a piece of cheese.  "So apart from that, things are fine I take it."  The conversation continues on, if droned out by the loud background noise.

Rahier shrugs, his paws still frozen as if they were still grabbing the rope. He wiggles his fingers with some effort, wincing. "I think I'll live. Thanks for the concern." He slides into a seat with a rueful grin, munching on a pastie. "Y'gonna sit an' eat?" He says, looking up at Chanteur.

Jarril watches idly as the rope is rolled up in a fashion and being taken inside by two hares.  Turning his head back to look at everyone else he smiles and responds to the otter.  "Well, I am glad they got some frustration out of their systems t'day and all.  I say, do ya mind if I go on one of ya fishing trips sometime?"

Chanteur quickly fills a plate with a little of everything, and sits down next to Rahier. "This is very tasty, I wonder who made it," she says, munching on a bit of pie.

Shifting her attention to the bucks, alerted by the glare, Zoe quirks a brow. "Ah, Lain-dear, they're harmless.. ya needn't wish death on 'em all, y'know." The colonel shakes her head slightly, grinning. She then goes about removing the necklace from her neck, holding it out to Lain. "Here ya go, by the way.. No harm cate t' it, doncha know?"

Looking doubtfully at her necklace in Zoe's paws, Lain bites her lip a bit in hesitation before pushing the colonel's paws back towards her.  "No," the haremaid says quietly looking up from the necklace to her aunt, "You keep it,"  Giving the reassuring smile that she most needs, she ducks under a passing-by hare, giving a shy wave to Zoe, but not moving far enough from the colonel to discourage Zoe from insisting to give it back.

Rahier also begins to heap things onto a plate, digging into the assorted food items with gusto. He shrugs to Chanteur, mouth half-full. "Dunno, but it sure is good, 'specially after all that hard work, y'know." He wipes a paw across his brow, grinning for a moment before taking another bite.

Chanteur takes another bite of the pie and closes her eyes, trying to pick out specific ingredients. "I wonder if they would give me the recipe," she says, opening her eyes again. "That is if I can find out who it was that made it," she adds grinning.

Continuing now to make some arm movements, Jarril ends up talking to two hares, a red squirrel and the otter, some of which he had made acquittances over the last four seasons or so since he arrived in this area.  "Aye, this mountain has a lot of surprises.  Didn't know I bally well bump into someone else in my family line here, wot."  Jarril grinned.  "Bit of a surprise that was doncha know."  The conversation moved again as Jarril looked at the squirrel's sling and admired the work on it, the otter patting his sword as the mouse drank some ale in the mug.

Staring after Lain uncertainly, Zoe frowns a bit, looking down at the necklace dangling from her paw. "Well... a'right, then." She quirks a brow, "First her brother, then her.. Here's hopin' they haven't got any othah siblin's, or I'll be weighted down by necklaces.." She grins a bit as she murmurs this - to herself - and slips the necklace back around her neck, keeping an eye upon Lain.

Rahier looks around the table, down at Jarril and then over at the others standing away. Glancing back to Chanteur, he smiles. "I imagine they might, jus' ask around. Anyway, how's the shop doin'?"

Suddenly, a tiny lizard walks up to the hares.  He's about four feet tall, and he sports a wide-brimmed straw hat and a vest with cut-off pants.  "Hello, mates."

Disappearing in a sea of hares, Lain struggles out of the crowd, shivering slightly as she squeezes past them, only to be dragged off by some determined buck, herself kicking and biting the rude one.  Yanking her wrist out of the buck's grimy paws, Lain gives a vehement glare at him, feinting a punch before storming off into the woods.

Jarril running a paw over the right side of his face and then one of his ears with a paw, the hare chuckles before stopping.  Looking at the lizard he blinks.  "Well, hello.  And what can we do for you?"  He says, giving the mouse, otter and squirrel a quick glance he returns his gaze to the lizard.

Chanteur follows Rahiers glance around. "Yes I suppose they would," she murmurs, more to herself than anything. "Oh, well the shop? I'm  fixing the upstairs real nice to live in, but the business is pretty slow. I've begun carrying around kerchiefs and bandannas everywhere to show..." she trails off and looks over at the lizard.

The lizard cranes his neck up at the table.  He can't see over it or anything on it really.  "Perhaps offers  small smidgeon of something for a poor sap like m'self."

The lizard grins weakly.  "Wot... Wot?"

Jarril turns his head around and blinks.  Getting up from the table, he pads around and looks down at the lizard.  "I say, ain't ya a bit ta young ta be out all by y'self and all.  Where's ya parents?"

Sitting down with a small group of hares, Colonel Zoe falls into a bit of chatter. Her ears do flick a bit as she notices the lizard, but she leaves the situation to Jarril. "Aye, good food, have t' agree.." This she says in reply to a question from the small group, but soon enough her voice dies out in the chatter.

The lizard cocks his head, straw hat swaying.  He tips the front up with a claw.  "Parents?  They're gone.  Looong gone matey.  That's 'cuz me's an adult. Savvy?"

Rahier nods to Chanteur, rubbing his chin with a faraway look and a grin. "Well, I'll stop by some time. I could maybe use some odd items. Bandannas, yes..." He looks over at the lizard, head tilted, giving him and Jarril and odd look.

Padding up the beach, pack slung over her shoulder, Keita looks this way and that, then rests her gaze upon Rahier - a familiar face. She then sees Chanteur, who she also recognizes from the village, and steps over to them, small dish in paw, which she deposits upon the table as she passes it. "'Ey, Rah, how's it goin'?"

Jarril turns to the other three who shake their heads.  The otter speaking.  "Not seen 'im before, matey."  Before going back to his hotroot soup.  Giving a sigh, Jarril ponders for a moment and quickly puts some stuff into a napkin and hands it down.  "I'd go before someone actually decides ta do something else."  He paused and spoke again.  "Comprende?"

The lizard grins widely and nodnods.  He skitters off to the dunes. "Tank-ye mistah.  Have a jolly day."

Jarril turns his head back and shakes it.  "Anyways, where was I?  Oh yeah."  He goes back to his meal and talks again between mouthfuls which isn't hard since nothing really lasts more than a second before being swallowed.

Rahier watches as the lizard leaves, shaking his head. "Lil' moocher." He looks up at Keita, standing. "Ah, Keita, nice t'see you!" He grins. "Y'missed all the fun. Though there's still the food.." His eyes follow the dish she carries as she sets it on the table. He looks back up. "How've you been?

Morrow slips back in, as unobtrusively as possible.

Teylor looks around slowly. She walks up to the table and stands on the edges of her footpaws to try see what's on the table. Barely able to see over the edge of the table she finds a seat and climbs up onto it, kneeling on it to reach for a pastrie.

"Been good, been good.." Keita slips her pack off her shoulder and kneels, pulling a short-necked bottle from within, which she holds out to Rahier, "Brought a bit of somethin' from the tavern - I -believe- 'tis somethin' ya like.." She quirks a brow at it, then him, before standing back up, "The dish is turnip 'n' tater pie. Good stuff, doncha know? Ya ought t' give it a try."

Sitting to the left of Jarril, the squirrel smiled.  "So friend.  Managed ta find someone yet here?"  Blinking with a slight pause in his eating the hare shrugged.  "Not had the bally time ta go for romance really.  Ta much work ta be done."  The otter pffted.  "Poppycock.  Nothing says y' can't start a family y' know."  Jarril frowned.  "Well, ya ain't exactly got anyone either, have ya?"  The otter smiled back more.  "Never had the right one come by ye'."  The otter turning his head to the squirrel.  "Y' know, we may have t' start and get him a date."  Moving a paw digit in Jarril's direction while the squirrel nodded his head.  "Aye, I think y' right there."  Jarril blinked.  "Hey!  I don't need any bally help, wot!"

Chanteur watches the young hare, smiling, "'Scuze me," she says to Rahier and Kieta, getting up she walks over to him at the table, "Do you need some help, youngin'?" she asks gently.

Teylor looks up at Chanteur blushing a bit. She retracts her paw and looks towards the pastries giving a little nod, "I' 'an' weach va' 'atwies."

Chanteur picks up a plate and puts a few pastries on it, "What else? Pour you something to drink?" she asks smiling.

Teylor slowly nods, "'tay." She looks around the table to see what there is, "'ow's 'bou' 'ome 'at." She points towards what seems to be some type of cordial.

Grinning the otter replied.  "Maybe, maybe not."  Pouring more soup into the bowl.  "Who can really tell."  Jarril just frowned slightly and looked about for a moment before returning his gaze back to his friends.  "Look, just promise me ya won't do anything ta embarrass me?"  The red squirrel smiled.  "Hey, that depends."  Jarril frowned.  "On what?"  The squirrel smirked.  "On whether you can beat him in eating that stuff."  Sticking his tongue out.  "Much too hot for me."  Not saying anything, Jarril pondered and looked at the otter.  "Right.  If I win, ya back off and leave me ta sort out my own love life when I want ta."  The otter poured another bowl and spoke back.  "Fine but if I win, y' have t' go on a blind date of our choosing."  Looking at the squirrel.  Jarril shook his head.  Why him?  Reaching over he took hold of the otters paw.  "Fine, ya have a deal."

Rahier takes the bottle with a smile. "Ah, jus' what the doctor ordered, thanks." He thinks for a second, chuckling at his use of the expression. He looks down at the dish, and back to Keita. "Yeh, lotsa good food t'day. Oh, I will, maybe in a bit, gotta make room for some more food, y'know, or I might burst at the seams." He laughs, patting his belly with a paw, the other holding the bottle hanging at his side. "So..I met the bouncer y'hired the other day. Gotta make sure they aren't too rough on us poor drinkin' beasts."

Chanteur hands the plate to Teylor, "Here you go." She reaches across and picks up the pitcher and pours a cup full. When she's done she hands offers it to Teylor as well, "Can you carry both at once, or you want me to hold this till you're settled?" she asks.

Smirking a bit, Keita gives an appreciative nod, "Oh, Arley's good 'nough.. She won't rough ya up -too- much, Rah-darlin'." The doe coughs lightly to cover a snicker and takes out a bottle of her own from her pack, from which she takes a nice long drink. "I'll make sure she knows yer all righ', though.."

Teylor looks at Chanteur blushing a bit, she takes the plate, "I's 'on' fink I tan 'owd 'em boff." She looks around to find somewhere to sit and finds a spot. Starting to walk to it for a moment she stops to look back at Chanteur, "I's be wigh' 'ack." Then she turns and continues to walk forward, and reaching her destination she puts her plate carefully on the ground and runs back to Chanteur.

Jarril looks about and is glad none of his other hare friends are near on this end of the table and watches as the otter takes out a small pouch.  "Don't tell me, ya had this all planned?"  The otter looked back and grinned.  "Now would I do such a thing?"  Jarril replied back with a hint of venom in his voice.  "Yeah ya would ya big overgrown river-rat."  The otter grinned.  "At least I ain't some big over-grown living food bag.  I am sure ya could out eat a big whale ya know?"  Putting more spices into the bowls of soup before stirring it with the ladle.

Her ears twitching as she overhears Jarril's conversation - ahh, not all of his hare friends were that far away - Zoe smirks lightly and stands, limping over to the small group, where she stops, giving a Jarril a great 'pat' on the shoulder. "'Ey, an eatin' contest, is it?" She peers into the bowls, able to smell the spices from where she stands. She pulls back, wrinkling her nose, "My, but that's powerful. Ya tryin' t' kill me a majah?" Her smirk twitches at her lips and she looks around at the circle of creatures.

Rahier snickers, taking a draw from his own bottle. "Oh, I dunno... I don't think we got off to all that good of a start." He says, shrugging and thinking back, a smile smile on his muzzle. "Oh well. Should be interestin', at any rate."

Chanteur holds out the drink to Teylor. "Don't eat too fast, you don't want a belly-ache," she cautions. "And if you need anymore help, you just come find me. Names Chanteur," she says, pointing over to where Rahier and Kieta are sitting.

Looking up at the colonel the otter smiled.  "Oh course not, ma'am.  Just a friendly competition that's all amongst friends."  Jarril just stared at the otter with knives and spoke.  "Colonel.  I like ya ta meet.  Scruff."  Looking at the otter.  "And my squirrel friend is called Brazenoak and the mouse is called Mugby."  Scruff smiled.  "Unless y' think y' major can't beat a otter?"  Looking at Zoe.

Brazenoak and Mugby nodded their heads to Zoe before going back to their eating as well as watching Jarril looking at the bowl of soup that Scruff had prepared.

Teylor smiles at Chanteur, giving her a nod. She slowly takes the drink and looks towards where Chanteur pointed to and seeing Rahier she gives him a little wave before looking at Chanteur smile on her face, "By nabe i' Teywow."

"You? Fail in somethin'? It'd offend yer bettah sensibilities, doncha know?" Zoe gives Jarril a wink and then offers a smile to his friends. "Pleasure t' meetcha all."

"Nice to meet you, Teylor. I'm sure I'll see you again," says Chanteur with a wink. She heads back over to where Rahier and Kieta are and sits back down.

Nodding to Chanteur as she returns, Keita dips her head in a nod. "Yer from Halyard, aren't ya? I own the tavern, if'n ya haven't seen me about.. Keita. An you are?" She then twitches an ear towards RAhier. "Anyway, what'd ya do to Arley t' upset the poor deah?" She grins, amused at the thought of -anyone- calling Aralc a dear.

Jarril shakes his head and looks at Scruff.  "Shall we get started, wot?"  Scruff smiled back as he took a spoonful and swallowed.  "Already have, matey.  Thought y' hares were quick off the draw."  Taking a deep breath, Jarril picks up a spoon and looks at it.  Brazenoak chuckled.  "It's not going to eat you by the way."  Jarril sighed and popped it into his muzzle and gasped, eyes bulging out of his head, all red with tears streaming down.  Scruff smiled.  "Oh, did I put in t' much spice there.  Or didn't I put in enough?"  Jarril gasped out.  "No, this is fine, really."  He looked at the soup and put in another spoonful, more tears streaming down his face now.

Chanteur smiles at Kieta and offers a paw. "Yes, I recall seeing you about once or twice. Names Chanteur, recently opened the Tide Knots shop down on Main Street."

Teylor nods at Chanteur watching her walk back to Rahier and Keita. She turns and walk over to her plate of pastries and sits down. Looking down at the plate of pastries she picks out one that looks especially good. Picking it up she takes a bite out of it.

Brazenoak looked at Zoe and smiled.  "No, the pleasure is all mind I am sure."  Offering a paw.

Rahier crosses an arm over his chest, using the paw holding the bottle to gesture. "Well, I was sittin' at the bar with Rory, only she was fast asleep, so I was just enjoyin' my drink, quiet like. Arley, you say? Well, she was all starin' at me an' stuff, unsettlin' gaze an' the like. Well, I was thinkin' that maybe I'd try an' poke Rory awake so she could go sleep somewhere more confortable than the bar, an', well," He scratches his nose, "she kinda fell off the barstool. Not that it was my fault, but she glared at me somethin' awful."

Quirking a brow at Brazenoak, Zoe takes the offered paw and shakes briefly. "Mmm.. hmm." She then shifts her attention to Jarril, barely containing an outright laugh at the tears now streaming down his face. "Oh, c'mon, 'tis just a bit of -soup-.. My, if'n you can't finish it, I'll finish it fer ya."

Taking another sip from her bottle, Keita nearly snorts the liquid out at Rahier's story. "Oh, 'm sure Rory loved -tha'-..." She shakes her head slightly, "Aye, but I c'n see how ole Arley might've, ah, taken that badly...." The hare maid then shifts her gaze to Chanteur, quirking a brow. "Ah, is tha' so? What sort o' shop is it?"

Jarril frowns now as he watches Scruff pick up his bowl and begins to drink from it directly.  Show off, the hare ponders.  Dropping the spoon, he repeats the said motion and picks up his own bowl and downs the whole lot in one go.  Scruff meanwhile smiled and looked at Zoe with a soft churr.  "Well, how right y' are there.  Only some soup after all."  Jarril's face changed as he didn't speak, the bowl being placed down onto the table and getting up slowly.  He turned, began to pad off and then went off in a huge run to the nearest barrel, head ramming underneath the water, guzzling between words.  "Soup.....  It's..... a..... flipping..... fire......  wot!!!!"

"Seamstress and sailmaking, but obviously no one's in need of either of those services," Chanteur snorts.

Teylor looks around at the beasts around her and takes a sip of her drink. She looks over to the group of beasts around Jarril, and finishing all her pastries but one she takes it in paw and the plate and drink in the other, quickly making her way over to the table she puts the plate down along with the cup and pastry still in hand she walks over to Jarril slowly watching.

Scruff turned to face Brazenoak with a grin.  "Y' do know what this means, don't you?"  The squirrel replied back.  "So who you have in mind?"  Scruff shrugged.  "Don't know.  Have to check that one out later I suppose."

Near to cackling, Zoe slaps her thigh lightly, shaking her head with tears in her -own- eyes as Jar runs off, dunking his head and now resembling something of a drowned rat. "Oh, a disgrace, it is.. a -disgrace-.. One of me own majahs not able t' outsoup 'n' ottah.." She quirks her brow at Scruff, "Mayhaps I ought t' have you in the ranks instead o' Jarril, eh?"

Arching a brow, Keita looks to Chanteur with interest, "Oh, a seamstress, is it? Think ya'd like t' do a bit of a trade? An exchange o' food 'n' drinks fer yer services? Mayhaps some fresh table-cloths 'n' bar aprons 'n the like?"

Teylor watches Jarril, standing a few steps back from the barrel. She bites a piece of the pastry off and chews it while watching him, then swallowing and slowly continuing this whole prosedure.

Rahier grins. "Ah, well, she kinda..slept through the whole thing, so, no harm done, I imagine.." He shrugs, flashing his roguish smile. "Oh well, I'll get 'er on my good side somehow." He looks around, thinking. "Lotsa beasts comin' through the bar. Met Chanteur here," He nods to Chanteur, "an' that.. fox.. councilbeast," He says, just a hint of distaste in his voice, "an' I guess the new sheriff. Quite the odd crowd."

While Jarril is buying cooling off his throat and annoying some others that can't get to the water barrel, Scruff shook his head.  "And me miss the life of fishing.  I think the locals around here would have something t' say about that.  Besides I prefer being on the waves than on land."  Taking a deep breath in, the sea otter smiled.  "Nothing like taking in brisk sea air."

Chanteur smiles brightly, "Kieta, you have got yourself a deal!"

Grinning at Chanteur, Keita nods a bit. "A deal it is.." She then glances to Rahier, quirking a brow. "Oh, aye, tha' councilmember's, ah..." She coughs lightly, "Well, you met 'im. I'm sure ya c'n cast yer own opinion.. An' the sheriff? Well, likewise fer him.." The doe smirks lightly, taking another swig of her drink.

Grinning at Scruff, Zoe nods. "A'course, m'friend. I was only jokin', a'course.. Jarril migh' not be good fer anythin' when it comes t' scoffin', buuuut.. he's a decent officah, I s'pose." This she concedes with a wink, glancing over towards where he hogs the water barrel. "'Ey, Jar, ain't ya cooled off yet?"

Once again joining the festivities outside the mountain, Triss stops just short of the crowd and peers around for some friends. Her eyes cross several, then land on Zoe. Slowly making her way through the gathering, Triss stops to talk to several hares before finally reaching the Colonel. "Evenin' Zoe," she says quietly, giving a warm smile to Scruff. "Sorry iffen I interupted anythin'..."

Jarril pops his head up and gasps, water dripping all over him and he slowly digs his claws into the wood of the barrel.  "Aye, I am now."  Padding back while moving a paw tightly through his ear, water pouring off, he looks at Scruff.  "So what have ya been talking about then?"  Scruff smiled.  "Oh ya know.  About ya blind date, matey.  As soon as I can arrange i' of course."

Jarril groans and hopes Zoe never heard that and looks at Triss with a wet soaked face smile.  "Ah, evening Triss."

Rahier frowns, his opinion apparent. "Indeed I can..foul, arrogant, scheming beast. All he could talk about was offin' somebeast or other. Started a fight in the bar for no reason at all. Buncha scoundrels." He shrugs. "Jus' met the sheriff in passin'. He seemed likable enough, I suppose." He hmphs, taking another pull off his drink.

Arching a brow, Zoe looks from Scruff to Triss to Jarril, offering the major a wide grin, though she speaks to Scruff. "Oh, I think I migh' have one or two doe's I could recommend, doncha know? 'M sure Jarril'll -love- 'em, wotwot." She covers a snicker with a gentle cough. "Ahem, must be comin' down with somethin'..." She clears her throat lightly and takes a step back, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well actually, they was at the tavern the other night, both seemed quite civil and good humored to me," says Chanteur as she leans back.

Jarril sits down and places his head down on the table with a slight moan.  "Why me?"  Scruff patted the wet head of his friend.  "Why not?  It's about time y' settled down and all."

Frowning, Keita looks to Rahier. "He got in a figh' in -my- tavern...? Why, I oughtta..." Scowling, she trails off, shaking her head slightly. "I'm goin' t' have a talk with the two othahs. At least they're -reasonable-.. How Isaacar -evah- became a councilmembah I'll -nevah- know..." Her gaze then shifts to Chanteur. "He must've wanted somethin', if'n he was bein' pleasant. He's a righ' oul' blighter, 'e is."

Chanteur looks surprised and dismayed, "Really? Oh dear, he seemed very nice... He even bought one of my bandannas."

John approaches the niche from the shore, seawater dripping off him. His eyes are narrowed to angry slits, and his arms are crossed. "Bloody leverets," he mutters. Sighing, he straightens, the sour look evaporating from his face. "Oh, hello, everyone," he says cheerfully. "Jolly good day, wot? I'd like to be busy appreciating the ol' nosebag, but as you can bally well see . . ." he trails off. " 'O did?"

Snickering softly at Jarril's plight, Zoe also pats the hare, but on the shoulder. "Oh, you'll live, Jarril ole thing.." She then shifts her gaze to Triss, offering the other major a smile. "So, how're you doin', then?"

Smiling at the banter between the three beasts, Triss turns her gaze to Zoe. "Good, love," she says, a bit quieter than she usually is. "'Ow 'bout you?" she asks, returning the smile.

Rory pads down the corridor, humming lightly. Upon reaching the gathering, she pauses, wiping her hair back behind her ears. She takes a deep breath upon sighting Zoe and Keita.

Jarril doesn't reply and listens to Brazenoak and Scruff talk, Mugby having made his excuse and left again a short while ago.  "So just how much fish did you get yesterday?"  Scruff blinked back at the squirrel.  "Well, I caught a fair bit, sold it t' that fish store, gave a fair bit of it here this morning so pratically had the day off until dawn t'morrow and all."

Rahier looks over at John, a confused smile playing over his features at the sight of the wet hare. He looks back to Keita and Chanteur. Chuckling at Chanteur, he shrugs. "Some deceit, likely enough. He's trouble."

Jarril looked up.  "Where is ya boat by the way?"  Scruff turned to face Jarril again and pointed off to where some rocks where on the beached.  "Moored her over there.  Don't worry, I take y' out one morning, that's if y' awake early enough?"

Well, it'd seem like Keita and Zoe aren't paying attention to each other - or they haven't noticed each other. Keita looks from Rahier to Chanteur, not having noticed Rory, yet. "Deceit, indeed.. I swear, if'n -I- catch him makin' trouble in m' tavern, I'll give him somethin', council-member or not. Did Arley do anythin' about it?" At this, she looks a bit worried, because all her talk, he is still a council-member.

Replying to Triss, Zoe offers the other doe a grin. "Oh, 'm good 'nough.. Haven't seen a sign from tha' lot of corsairs.. Probably saw ole Bludstripe 'n' thought bettah of messin' with us, t'day."

Jarril looks at Scruff who looks at Jarril with the same look and frown.  Turning his head the otter spits onto the sand with distaste.  "Corsairs.  Should be dragged out t' sea and made t' jump in with stones about their paws."  The otter smiles with a sly grin.  "That or I settle for a quick slash across their bellies with my sword."

Rahier shakes his head. "Nah, she wasn't there. 'Twas just 'im an' 'is lackey, Chanteur, and I. Was figurin' on givin' 'im a piece of my mind." He smirks. "Councilmember or not indeed, I don't answer to 'im. Bothers me jus' thinkin' 'bout it."

Triss chuckles, taking the drink without hesitation. "Aye, anybeast would think bettah of messin' wi' our badger lord," she says, upendingher drink and chugging nearly the whole thing, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she finishes. She gives another glance around the crowd, seeming to look for someone who she just can't find..."Thankee, Zoe..." she says, holding up the drink.

Ambling on down to the niche, a pair of keen eyes flits over the beasts ahead, head tilted to the side. With paws clasped behind her back, the badger queries,"What's all this? Waiting 'til evening to sunbathe?" Storm asks, grinning.

As if replying to Scruff, Brazenpaw cracked his red paws and his big squirrel tail flicked about slightly.  "Oh come on, that's a bit quick, don't you think."  Picking up a bit of cheese and nibbling on it.  "Me, I just drop something heavy on their heads, though I ain't sure it make a difference, being more searats having no brains and all."

John turns around to look at the badger. "Well, I was busy sunbathing when a leveret pushed me into the flippin' water!" he says indignantly. "And do I get a little word of pity, for the Forest's sake? I'd say not!" grumbling, he crosses his arm and looks crossly at Stormstripe's ear.

A smirk lines Storms maw, and she turns to look at John with a sympathetic, if highly amused, expression. "I'm sorry to hear that. Though at least you smell better after a good bath." She looks off to the side innocently.

John blinks, his mouth wide open. "Well, I say." he says after a stunned silence. "Some lady you are. Hmph."

A renewed grin lighting her features at Rahier's words, Keita gives a bit of a nod. "Well, if'n -you- feel like takin' tha' vermin t' task, -I- certainly won't say nothin'..." She then glances around idly, and luckily enough, she spies Rory. Hmm. "Mind excusin' me for a minute?" With that, the doe stands, padding over to the hare maid, where she stands, grinning slightly, "'Ey, Rory.. I was hopin' I'd catch ya here."

Her gaze shifting to Stormstripe, Zoe smiles slightly. "Oh, ya know s'well as I do - 'tis the summer festival, doncha know?" The colonel grins a bit, then glances back to Triss. "Welcome, a'course."

Oxeye wanders down the hall, limping just slightly. He squares his shoulders upon noticing the rather large gathering... and begins to turn around, heading back into the mountain. Muttering.

Stormstripe fires off a wink to Zoe and nods her head. "Of course." She chuckles turning to give John a look that borders on mock-ruefulness. "Oh, come now. No hard feelings, right? I can't help but tell the truth, you know. Dam taught me well." She turns, hearing the muttering. "Oxeye! How are you feeling?" He's not getting away that easy.

The badger emerges from the mountain but is quiet. Logain takes a seat away from the others, looking around often. He rubs his bandaged eye and arm and blinks.

John shrugs at Stormstripe. "Considering you didn't bother to smell be before hand, I don't see where you get off sayin' that, wot,"

Jarril looks up as Brazenpaw starts to get up with Scruff.  "You heading off then I take it?"  Scruff nods his head.  "Aye, have t' get back home before heading out t'morrow t' do that fishing.  Gonna have Brazenpaw here helping me out.  I take it this mountain be needing more fish again?"  Jarril chuckled as he looked about the beach and nodded his head.  "Aye, we would've eaten all that you brought t'day.  Going t' make it a daily shipment?"  Scruff scratched at his side.  "Aye, if I don't have problems out there but I have a good crew.  They couldn't come t'day though.  Ship needed some repairs."  He looked at Zoe and bowed.  "Pleasure in seeing y' ma'am."  Brazenpaw nodded also.  "Aye, was a pleasure to have such nice guests and food as well as the entertainment.  Please send our best regards to Lord Bludstripe won't you?"

Turning her gaze to the newly arrived Stormy, Triss smiles warmly. She gives the Badger Lady a mock severe tone, "Yer late too, Stormy!" she says, giving a wide grin and a wink to the big badger. At Stormy's mention of Ox, Triss flips and ear up, peering into the mountain passage. "Oy! Ox...c'mon out!" she calls.

Chanteur stands up and stretches. "Sorry Rahier, but I'd best be on my way as well. Heading back for Halyard. Perhaps I'll see you at the tavern soon?" she asks hopefully.

Rahier grins to Chanteur, nodding. "No doubt. I'll see you later, maybe I'll drop by your shop."

Stormstripe bows her head humbly in Triss's direction, "I know, I know. No supper for me tonight." She whisks away an imaginary tear. "Ah well, probably better for my waist anyway." A chuckle. Ears turn towards John and she smirks again. "I didn't need to before. I heard rumor of the incredible stench."

Oxeye freezes. Bugger. Although Storm hardly causes the fighter to return, Triss' voice does. He blinks, slowly glancing over his shoulder. "Much bettah, alluva sudden, marm," he mumbles in response to Storm's inquiry. A grin lightens his features and he turns, making his way back down towards the crowd. Of course, he conceals his limp with great care. "'Ey Triss," he says.

Rory's smile returns, eyeing Keita as she approaches. "Hello there," she smiles, rocking back on her heels.

Giing a warm smile, Triss sets her drink down and meets Ox halfway, pardoning herself with a quick glance at Zoe. "Evenin', love," she replies quietly to Oxeye, raising a brow at his limp.

The badger starts to head away from the ensamble of beasts, Logain rubs his brow, adjusting the small pack thrown overh his good sholder.

Looking from one hare to another, and then grinning at Ox and Triss, Zoe chuckles softly. "Ahh, 'young love'.." She shakes her head slightly, looking back to Stormstripe, "Oh, aye, I heard 'bout tha' stench, too.. Righ' terrible."

Jarril begins to make his way across the beach with his friends, talking to them with his head moving to the side here and there.  Slowly they make it to the small boat and a few words are exchanged before a few pawshakes.  Jarril helps to push the boat out and waves to his friends before making a run back up along the beach.  Looking to where the others are, he decides to head into the mountain instead and quietly does so.

Oxeye's ear flicks at Zoe's ever-so-subtle remark. His grin only widens as he straightens his posture. The fighter blatantly ignores Triss' concern for his gait. "An' how are you t'night?"

Head swinging towards Zoe, Storm nods sagely. "Though, I'm sure everybeast will be glad to know the problem's been taken care of. Relieved, even." She chuckles, cheeks puffing up with the grin. "I trust you're well, Colonel?" The badger blinks her eyes once or twice, nodding in greeting to a few passing hares.

John bahs and enters the mountain.