The young boy pranced towards the borders of Spirane, relishing in the feeling of the springtime air. The snow had, for the most part, melted away, and Rurik was happy to finally be warm as opposed to freezing his paws off. His fluffy coat helped some, but really, he was not a wolf made for cold weather like his father was. Speaking of his father, he was beginning to get a little paranoid that the old man was going to find out what he'd been doing soon. Maybe it was unfounded, but Nord did seem a little suspcious-- and Rurik shuddered thinking about how much he'd be yelled at if anyone ever found out. He had shared some with Ophi and they had a great time, even given him a few things to take home with him, but the boy could only hope his cousin was careful and not a snitch.

And so he showed up to this party thing having partaken in some herbs previous, mildly inebriated, with a dumb-looking grin upon his face. His fur was fluffy and messy and his eyes looked sleepy, like he'd just woken up from a long nap. Probably not a wonderful candidate for anyone's imprint. "Hey, ladies." He said with a grin, his tail giving a few lazy wags. "This where the party's happenin'? I'm, like, Rurik, by the way." He yawned before flopping down on his rump, surveying the three others here that had arrived before him. In all honesty, he wasn't sure why he came here-- but really, what did he have to lose?