The daylight was beginning to fade and the sky above was a marbling of blue and dreamy pinks and purples. Theory liked the sunsets here, even if they didn't hold a candle to the sun going down over the ocean at Fontamo Bay. Everyone had their special place. Everyone had their home. Settling down into the lush grass, she tipped her muzzle to the sky and called for the glimmering white alpha of Valhalla. She had an idea for a summer or fall festival that the packs could hold jointly. It had came to her while making the long trek here. If she was correct, they packs just about spanned the entirety of Boreas. What better way to celebrate their allegiance to each other than by staging a marathon footrace between the territories? It would cement their alliance and give wolves a way to figure out the fastest path between the two packs in case either ever needed aid. Theo hoped Aurielle would be as excited as she was about the potential festival.

Aurielle Adravendi

She’d been working with Ardyn on silent movement through the mists of the moor. With their glowing coats, it was an extra challenge to move unseen in the fog, and Ardyn would have an extra challenge with his solid, fathomlessly black base color. A familiar voice sang for the Spirit, and she smiled, ears perked before she nodded to her son and led the way. Ardyn tried his best to slink after his glowing white mother without a sound, and an occasional glance back showed her that he was staring hard at the ground in front of his paws, but not focusing on the air. She paused, flicking her tail over his head, making him jump. “Remember to watch the air in front of you, too. Glance between them. Eventually you’ll have mastered it to where you have an awareness of your peripheral at all times.” She glided forward, eventually stepping from the miasma in her usual way, a glowing figure materializing from the fog, an easy smile on her features as she greeted the taller, younger woman. “Hello, Theo, how are you?” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Theory slowly stood up as Aurielle seemed to suddenly appear from the air around them. It was no wonder she had chosen to claim the moor - it was the perfect environment for her. Aurielle seemed to be one with her lands. Just as Theo had fixed her eyes on Aurielle, she spotted a smaller black figure sneaking quietly around the white female's legs. "I'm well - and is this one of yours?" she inquired, a grin slowly spreading across her face. She had stepped so seamlessly into the role of motherhood that Theo was a bit daunted. Was it really that easy? No, impossible. Maybe it just seemed easy. "I was enjoying the festivities and wanted to thank you for so graciously hosting us... but I also had an idea for a cooperative festival; more of a game, really," Theory went on, her short tail wagging. Valhalla was now their closest ally and Theo wanted to cement their relationship with a co-hosted festival. Aurielle had always been kind to her but she was still quietly wary of other packs after Winterfell's raid. Better to be pleasantly surprised than expect too much and be disappointed. At the end of the day, Abaven was a family pack that looked after its own.

Aurielle Adravendi

Aurielle grinned at Theo’s response, nodding as Ardyn came further forward. “Yes, this is my eldest, Ardyn. I believe you’ve met him.” The boy had been excited to tell her all about meeting all the wolves he’d met at the festival, and the list was long, not limited to the festival guests. And he’d met a lot of Nomads. Her ears perked with interest as Theo spoke on, her tail swaying with interest. “I’m interested, tell me more?” It sounded like Valhalla and Abaven would have much to enjoy when this festival began, and she was curious to hear what Theory had cooked up. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think