06-30-2018, 12:46 PM
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It's no surprise the Melantha arrives later than everyone else. She is not fond of parties, or socialization in general. But she arrived after some serious mental preparation, and that's all that matters, really. Now, it's worth noting that the young mountain lioness did not pay much attention as to where the party was being held, but all she needs to do is follow her nose. Jacob is nothing if not consistent when it comes to setting the scene of events, and that includes a plethora of homecooked food. The aroma of sweets and grilled meats is a powerful one, and that is all the huntress needs to locate the party. Sleek golden fur is freshly groomed, chiseled muscles rippling beneath her wheat-colored pelt as she approaches the group. Looks like they're playing a game of some sort. Truth or dare, perhaps? Seems she missed the beginning of it, but she might as well join in before it gets too rowdy. "Sorry I'm late," she apologizes somewhat genuinely. She is mostly sorry about interrupting than she is spending as little time as possible at the event. the young female takes a seat quietly, hoping that the others might gather that she's participating without her having to explicitly say it.