“Yes, that’s me. I work at the Haus,” Orion answers with a small chuckle. “I know-- Near unrecognizable without a hard look and a suit, no? I can mingle quite well when I try hard enough.” He motions for the empty seat at his table in the café, welcoming the other wolf to sit. “Just Orion is fine, the last name makes it the whole conversation feel like work.”
“I’m more of a red wine kind of girl if you don’t mind,” Shiloh speaks up as the bartender takes their order. The festival’s still loud around them and even though she’s late it seems she hasn’t missed much-- As she thought. Nightlife was always better when in the company of people, daytime could be spent with the animals. “And you? What’s your poison tonight?”
“Hmm-- Oh, no it’s alright, thank you. Trust me, it’s lighter than it looks.” Sev brushes off the other wolf as they offer him assistance while be begins to load it into his truck. “Just a gift for an upcoming birthday. Figured I’d leave it here rather than carry it around.” Stuffing the box into the bed of his truck he closes it up before offering a hand. “Sev, by the way.”