Story was not unaccustomed to waking in the dark. Most of his days started well before the sun had risen. It was early work tending to the trees of the swamp, herding his ever growing make-shift family of pets, and looking for his still missing wife. When the sun had still refused to rise and he was already halfway through saying good morning and good afternoon to his charges was when he started to grow suspicious. The sun was not usually as unhurried as the large buck was. By the time he had started on his walk towards his next destination, wherever that was going to be, and the land was still dark ... That's when Story started to actively frown. As he continued his journey, at pace, a rustling in the trees seemed to tell Story now was the time to move a little faster. The strange lights that at first he'd thought were maybe lightning bugs were becoming more numerous and forming clusters. Then he saw it. Fire. He altered course completely and followed what light he could make out until he was suddenly upon a gathering.
He stepped out of the tree line.
"Hmmm," he cleared his throat. "Have I missed the introductions?"
I Know Who I Am was fashionably late. With no real plan other than something-something-fix-things and finding someone pretty to spend some time in the dark with they moved to whichever spot had the most light and posed.
"It's alright. I'm here. We can start fixing things now."
No one, probably not even especially I Know Who I Am, needed to be aware that they hadn't even noticed anything was out of the ordinary. They'd just followed the pretty lights and found a whole crowd of new potential lovers. Once they'd gotten there they'd heard some buck with a lot of glowy bits that seemed to know what he was doing talking about fixing things.
Consume had wandered lazily around the clearing after catching motes. When he got closer to the soup, though, he could smell it; rich, meaty, appealing. The little group he'd talked to had been discussing the possibility that the soup was poisoned or otherwise somehow a trap, but Consume didn't give much substance to that idea. It was possible, certainly, but probable? He thought not. He lined up for his turn to take a drink, and when he got his turn, he drank deep. 
Sunshine Riptide had just arrived to turn in the motes she managed to catch, abuzz with excitement despite the darkness beyond the fire and the gathering. She couldn't believe how incredible her experience was for her and wondered if other kin felt the same way. She had discovered something new about herself thanks to these motes and was eager to share this when she spotted 
Fisheye looked at Brother Shark and nodded her head in a calculating manner. She had experienced something similar but in the complete opposite fashion. Rather than being large and overbearing, she was small and insignificant, a size in which she could have easily been stepped on in the dark while other kin raced around looking for the light.
Breaking blinked at the doe as she shuffled out of the way, carefully following her and making sure to not run into anyone else. She returned the grin regardless - at least it was someone to talk to now, rather than wandering the clearing alone.
Make It Work had tried some of the soup that one of the Helpers had brought out, then milled around for a bit. There was no sense in leaving this place since it was the only area with light, but all the other kin seemed to have found groups to settle into. Finally a few more stragglers were entering the clearing and one in particular caught his eye, if only because they seemed to give off the same vibes as he did.