Edge of the picnic area, by a table.
Here he was again, socializing with his pack, or so he should be. Emrys was beside him and he had a cup of something in his hand. He was not really drinking. The wolf inside was a bit jumpy as always, but he had to push that down so Emrys could at least leave his side to socialize for a bit.
"When the run starts I want you to go inside with the other slaves. Try to help them." He knew the boy would. "Soon we will apart of the house. I want you to make friends. Well other than Stiles and Alice that is." He had to trust that no one would push Emrys into anything. Trust, that was key right now. He had to trust.