The band played a lively jig, and Lyria turned and swirled with Ravelina. She preferred line dances and circle dances, which didn’t require her to be coupled up with a male wolf to dance. It was much easier to have fun as she clapped and laughed, teaching Ravelina how to follow the beat of the music, stomping her heels rhythmically.
Ravelina was a natural, soon picking up the beat. Her green dress was much plainer than the other contestants, but when she dipped and swirled with the crowd, it fluttered out around her knees in a way that Lyria had never seen before. In those moments, she was captivating.
After a few minutes, Ravelina grabbed Lyria’s arm. “I was actually about to get some wine when I stopped to talk to you,” she said, motioning to the table where wine glasses were arranged
