"Raise high the bull's horn filled with fine wines, dance your waist wrapped in colored silk, I will present you the flowers on my hand. Your sweet, charming voice resonates through my heart, I'd mount up a white horse and follow the wind across the prairie, your soft smile intoxicates me like wine..." By the fire under the night sky, a young, sturdy-looking wolf beastman held a bull's horn full of strong liquor, his face flushed. Surrounded by a group of equally young friends, he bashfully yet resolutely circled a shy fox clan girl, raising his horn while singing a love song.