Korrin, exhausted from archery and arm-wrestling, and now encouraging people to sit and drink with her, calls out when the 'wolf' is close enough.

"Need a break? We have spiced wine over here!"

She raises a cup, savoring the scent of it as well as that of the campire. Watching the sparks soar upward from the flames, she smiles widely. It's a night worth savoring and she plans to do just that, with or without a drinking partner. Though having one is definitely preferable of course.