"It sounds like it," Fendros agreed, his grin wide as he visualised the recounts. He tried to think of the kinds of things his brother and he would get up to when drinking, but bringing up those memories renewed pangs of grief, and he discontinued the thought. Tonight was as much about becoming more familiar with the pack as it was about letting go of his previous life. This was what it meant to survive now, he may as well make the most of it.

As his thought processes went back to the direction of lycanthropy, Fendros walked quietly for a while before a question came into his mind that he put to Ahnasha. "Ahnasha, has anyone in the pack transformed after drinks? The beast doesn't seem to me to have any inhibitions to make ineffective with wine, but... I'm just curious."