The ghouls all sat in a circle around a campfire, the golden glow of the flames casting light apon the shadows of the night.

Several sticks were planted into the dirt around the fire, colorful marshmallows on the ends, slowly cooking to perfection as the sticks kept them just out of reach of the lapping flames.

Swiss had Aroura sitting his lap, one of his strong arms around her waist was she leaned against his chest, a beer bottle in the other.

Phantom sat beside swiss, the two talking about night animals and the folklores of the world while also sipping on beer.

Mountain sat beside Rain, the two having a quiet conversation about aquatic life and the benefits of seaweed, their tails firmly intertwined.

Sodo lay on his back beside rain, his head resting on Rain's thigh as he stared at the stars, a blunt smoldering away between his lips.

Cumulus and Cirrus were leaning against each other, staring into the fire and talking about whatever came to mind.

If you hadn't guessed by now, the pack had gone camping, bringing their beloved Papa with them.

Where was said Papa? Hyping himself up to use the long-drop mountain had dug earlier.