[ Eursulon does not get drunk easily. But he has yet to develop as much of a tolerance for these new spirits, and, truth be told, he has been drinking bottle after bottle of wine for most of the morning already. As such, he is finding a pleasant warmth beginning to grow inside his chest, loosening his movements and allowing him to smile more easily. He drinks the last dregs of his bottle, and holds it out above his head, dripping the last drops onto his waiting tongue. Once that is done, he chuckles, clapping a broad hand on his newfound wolf companion's withers. ]

Have you finished your wine, sister? I can get us some more.

[ Except... without really realizing it, his hand starts stroking the thick white fur, fingers carding through it as Eursulon hums, drunkenly pleased. ]

Mm... Your fur is soft, sister. You'll have to tell me your secrets of care.

[ Given that he's in his glamour most of the time, he has never taken all that good care of his own fur, so it's never been as silky smooth as this. ]