Sitting at a table by himself, Sisel looked down at the drink he'd been offered. He wasn't much of a drinker, or a partier for that matter, but this was one of the few places in the village he was reasonably comfortable. That was, as long as he could keep to himself and away from the rowdier pack members. He was something of a curr among werewolves, but he couldn't allow the others to know that, and had made every effort up until now to mask his weakness. He pretended to drink the beer in silence, carefully observing the goings-on around him.