Lupine listened to the soft music, remembering from that last full moon gathering, that she attended, a far more raucous rendition of "Hark the Herald angels sing, Glory to the Newborn King", which went more like Woof, Woof Woof, Aroo, Arooooh, Woof Woof  Woof, Aroo, Arooooh, singing all the verses, wolf & dog fashion, until someone human in the neighbourhood yelled at the infernal racket they were all making. Lupine wondered with faint horror, what she would do if those in her present company were expecting her to join in, in any singing. Listening with human or wolf ears was one thing. But though the animals might manage the beat of a song, getting the words & especially the tunes right would be much more difficult. Lupine was sure to sing flat, but not every human is a gifted singer, anyway, she thought hopefully.   

But never mind, when Maeve presented her with a piece of cake, Lupine, murmured her thanks and gratefully ate that piece of tea cake, enjoying the different flavours. Copying Maeve's actions, Lupine then picked up a napkin, using it to select some cookies, cheese and crackers to nibble, grateful for fingers to manage with everything, rather than wolfpaws. As well, she took with her another cup of cider, to quench her thirst. At least whilst she was eating or drinking she couldn't be asked to join in singing.