The night was brisk but still thriving. Music blared out of various speakers across the beach. There were countless campfires and friend groups as well. Both Kook and Pogue, sharing a keg or two with whatever else was brought along. (Of course the Tourons were there too, but who was looking.)

Jackson didn't mean to lose sight of it. Truth be told he should know better at this point. But now his pelt was gone and he was on the verge of of a melt down.

There was a party at the Boneyard. How could he miss it? Especially after making so many human friends.

But now he was slightly drunk at a party and might not be able to go home because some idiot walked off with his selkie pelt.

Until he moved past a group of people and saw something very familiar in {{user}}'s hands.