Gale and Scott
Scott had come tonight. Last week he'd missed the bonfire since he had been doing his lonely man on the mountain thing. He wasn't certain if he should have come to this one, but it was a chance to get to know the rest of them and he wouldn't become a self imposed outcast.
He wasn't in a sharing mood, however. Scott had no intention on telling a story of Beacon Hills, his pack or anything else. He was pretty sure that way led to nowhere good and potentially an argument. Better he play listener tonight.
He caught sight of Gale who looked about as comfortable being here as Scott did. He sighed then went to sit down next to him. "Hey," he said quietly. "Least it's not raining."