The feline woman stretched her limbs from her yoga position and gracefully stood up. She had so much to do! Her little lady, the flying chipicana (she'd finally found out what it was), hovered cheerfully around her shoulders, occasionally brushing her long hair with its' wings.

She walked lithely to the place she'd placed her pack, and opened it carelessly. Inside there were pieces of crepe paper, decoratively cut to form random shapes that suggested wolves in various positions. She had also handlettered a few to read "Happy birthday." She draped the big banner over a gravestone and stepped back to study her work. It was a little crooked, so she motioned to her lil lady to fix it. Quinnlet flew over and crooned happily at the brightly colored banner and daintily stepped onto it, pushing at it with her nose until it was straight. Then she hopped off the gravestone and minced back to Kowe.

The sight was so funny that Kowe burst out laughing. "Oh, Quinnlet, you're the greatest!" she said, hugging the chipicana tightly. Quinnlet squirmed until Kowe put her down and then stalked off to a farther away tombstone, every little inch of her vibrating indignancy at such treatment. Sighing, Kowe turned back to her pack and the ribbons.

Picking some up, she randomly strew them in the tree branches and on the gravestones. Then she pulled out the cake she'd bought just yesterday in the village and placed it on one of the flatter tombstones, and the pitcher of ale right beside it.

Walking over to Quinnlet, she apologized without words for being so free with her affections, and the chipicana sniffed once, then hopped up on her shoulder, as a way of accepting the apology.

The two of them stood looking a moment at their work, and then Kowe grabbed her pack and sat down beneath the biggest tree on the outskirts of the graveyard. After settling both her and Quinnlet to the most comfortable places, she opened her pack once more and pulled out milk for Quinnlet with some fish, and some provisions for herself. They began to eat as they waited for everyone to show up for the party. She'd left word in all of the taverns on the road from Cascadia to here that there was a party today in the graveyard of the ancient city.

As they ate, they were watchful and waited for signs of life from anyone appearing.