Loki and Open
Mortal parties were mundane. There was no glamour. Most of the company seemed dull and the presence presence of the birthday men made him want to turn around and leave. If Shannon and Katherine had not urged him to come, he would not have been here. His eyes flickered between his family members until he felt a paw on his thighs. Linen trousers, green shirt. And now one of them had a paw print on them.
"Hello, Myrkvan," he said as he looked down at the dark wolf. Katherine had brought the pair but Fenrir had taken off and left his companion alone.