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The mink had been keeping to the shadows, mostly. Too many stupid wolves crawling out of the woodwork for her liking. It wasn’t exactly her favorite crowd, but what could she do? She wasn’t the captain of this sinking ship. That particular image amused her greatly, and a soft titter slipped free before she could stop it.

Deciding she might as well make herself useful, or entertained, she scrambled her way toward the bar. That was when the scent hit her.

Fermented berries.

Strong. Pungent. Almost aggressive in the way they burned her nose. Naturally, the little thief helped herself. She nabbed a few quick as lightning before scurrying back into the safety of the shadows.

She downed them without ceremony, and the effects hit fast, far sharper for her small frame than they were for the larger mammals milling about. A giggle bubbled up as she swayed where she stood, the world already beginning to tilt pleasantly.

Well. That was interesting.

Feeling bold now, she set off again, creeping and slipping wherever she pleased. Behind the bar. Into the downstairs rooms. The pantry. The cellar. No door, nook, or shadow was off-limits to the mink, and she was far too delighted with herself to care.

Tonight was for exploring.