Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Oh woooow!" Ahanu said, somehow managing to perch himself on Mar's shoulder without being noticed. "A real live dragon! You're huuuuge!" The coyote gasped in awe.

"Ahanu! Get down from there!" A disgruntled Makki stormed toward Mar, her sizable chest swaying conspicuously with each of her steps. "Stop climbing up the bigger Zoanthropes!" She shook a fist up at him threateningly. She had spent the party so far peeling him off larger weres instead of getting to know the more attractive ones like she had planned to do, and it was pissing her off. The ever-shy Awiti followed her, rather intimidated by the different kinds of weres, many of which were bigger than her.

"Aw but Makkiiiii!" Ahanu gestured at Mar as if the answer was as obvious as day or night.

"No buts Little Bastard, come down off of Mr. Martin- who looks very handsome today, by the way- NOW."

"But-HE'S-A-BIG-BLUE-DRAGON!" The coyote whined, gesturing at his new pedestal's head.

"Runt." Makki cracked her knuckles as she spoke in a rather dangerous tone. "Off the dragon, RIGHT NOW, or I'm sending you to Marshmallow Hell."

Genuinely frightened, Ahanu hopped off Mar's shoulder and behaved himself. Not the dreaded Marshmallow Hell!

Sighing, the Algonquin woman brushed some of her raven black hair off her face and flipped it behind her like some beauty queen. "Sorry about that. Once more... he's excitable. I forgot to give him his Ritalin today."