The loud sounds and powerful natural aromas of my fellow beasts convey one thing: This is not a formal Beast Ball. This is a soiree where you let your fur down and go hog wild (apologies to Einswine). You let out your wild side.
Lightning stops our cubs from scampering off into temptation with a stern growl. [You two. Do not just go eating everything in sight. Stay where your father, I, or one of our beast family can see you at all times. Remember, Auntie Gussie and Auntie Peridot will be flying around watching you. That said, have some fun.]
Finn and Leonie only hear the word "fun" and scamper off, weaving through the throng of beasts. Instantly, Gussie flies after them, circling the pavilion along with her fellow flying creatures. Peridot also tracks them.
Lightning nudges me. [They will be fine. System itself said--]
I stare warily. [We all know what its word is worth.]
Lightning nudges me harder. [We need to relax.]
