They would arrive later than most. Considering their territories were on opposite ends of Boreas, but arrive they did. And of course, with items they could offer for trade as well as contributions to the festival. He had brought some food to share, mostly a few seals, an elk, and a number of fish that could only be caught in the Northern waters courtesy of his nephew Cloud and Dragon. With Heloise at his side and others from Winterfell with him, they carried or pulled sleds he had built to transport goods. A festival seemed like the best place to show off Winterfell's work with armor and accessories crafted by himself or others, along with other trinkets that might gain the interest of attendees.

There were a number of wolves already present, though it seemed more might still arrive. Abaven was not here, and he wondered if he might see Shaye or Rhyme or anyone else he knew from his former pack. He stopped among the crowd before releasing himself from the harness. Shaking out his fur, he left his companions in charge of watching the wares before giving the go ahead to those who came with him to go and have some fun, but to be courteous as they were a representation of the pack. With that in mind, he moved to approach the moonstone alphess. "Hello Aurielle, thank you for inviting us to your festival. It's quite the event it seems," He noted as he had seen the various nomads milling about and the yurts that stood.

"Acere"||Winter

He traveled with the rest of them, head somewhat low as the throbbing of his headaches continued with the growth of the horns on his head. It seemed that each day that passed they were growing more and more, and each day he suffered a headache from it but it was less frequent. He figured once his skull stopped trying to accommodate the new horns the headaches would stop, but he wasn't quite sure when that would be. Regardless, he pressed on until they arrived at the festival and when Ace gave the go ahead for them to split off and do their own thing, he gladly obliged. The earthen Male didn't feel wary here. Sure he had raided the pack once upon a time but those days were over and done with. He was here out of good will, and he didn't feel if it was his problem anymore if the pack still harbored ill feelings towards him for it. Ace was the alpha now, and he a loyal follower. "Dragon"||Kimahri||Shiva

Gavroche’s green gaze widened as she spoke. She… wasn’t the goddess? But… how? Why? Surely she was just confused? His jaw parted to protest but words failed him… and Houdini grumbled as she had to step in. “Forgive me… my companion is clearly still a child that believes in silly things like the Gods and Deities…” Her tone was clearly disapproving as she ran a paw over an ear. Gavroche felt his heart leap into his throat as embarrassment flooded through him. His ears lowered against his skull and the boy gave a soft whine. “I-I…” He faltered, backing away. “I’m sorry…” His gaze fell to his paws. He felt like an idiot… and Houdini scolding him hardly helped. His posture suggested submission and a downfallen mood. “I’m… uh… Gavroche Kedieo…” He still didn’t meet her gaze. “Forgive me… Miss Adravendi…” "Speech"

she followed after Acere diligently and by his side throughout the whole journey. she only broke off to chat with Dragon along the way but then it was back to her fiance. she was happy to go to Valhalla's festival; it would be good to see Aurielle again and see more of Boreas too. her excursions in the west were not as frequent due to travel time, but Heloise did manage the journey a few times so far. looking around at all the wolves that came so far, she'd step forward as Acere went to Aurielle. she gave the alpha a smile, dipping her head as the king spoke to her. "indeed. thank you very much" the last time she had seen the other woman it was when she had thought of making her own pack. how time flew. though this wasn't Valhalla's land, it was a good idea to make the festival offsite and in an open space. a neutral territory fit well. the plains were lovely, all dolled up for the event. "I look forward to meeting more wolves. especially ones from your pack, Aurielle." she hadn't met any Valhallian wolves aside from her and was eager to mingle. "Speech"

Deathbelle had Archon at her side and rounded up her litter to take them on their first real outing. If they hadn’t been so close she probably wouldn’t have even considered it, but they could handle the travel. Experiencing new things outside Ashen and meeting new wolves and pups. For now her children were on the same schedule she preferred, most active during the night. Though the invitation came a little earlier than she liked the Empress roused her children and the Klein Abraxas family took their first outing.

She looked back to the pups with a serious stare. ”Everyone on your best behavior. Calla-Lilly, absolutely no head butting. Venom, keep your tongue to yourself. Make sure you can see me or your father the whole evening.” She paused giving them all a pointed stare. ”Have fun, represent your name and your pack appropriately.” With Thistle and Snowberry she’d at least have five pairs of eyes looking out for them tonight. After she was sure they had the message she led them towards the gathering.

They seemed to have arrived right on time, once much of the crowd had already gathered. She naturally gravitated towards Harbingr and where he stood but her eyes fell over all the participants. Some were vaguely familiar but she knew that she had encountered Aurielle on her own border even more recently. She didn’t miss the tiny winged thing either. Belle raised her brow and wondered how difficult it might be to acquire the tiny thing before her lilac gaze continued over the crowd. This would certainly be an interesting Festival.

Yurei Tatsumaki "This life is filled with hurt When happiness doesn't work" Yurei didn't know what to do, she was all lost on her thoughts, on her endless war between her fear and her desire to be friendly. This was her very first festival, and the idea of being among strangers made her feel a chill creeping on her spine. Her past experience taught her to never trust in anyone, in being aware of what others could do to her if she didn't pay attention.  She didn't know if anyone else of Winterfell would come in, but well this was part of her very first attempt for bringing a change to her flaws, flaws she had been fighting against her whole life without any success of course. So the female approached the huge gathering, her flattened ears were a clear sight of how terrified she was in those instants. Her green eyes traveled from face to face, like if she was a lamb walking among lions. Her steps were slow and with hints of being cautious. She felt her heart pounding fast, and her tail rested between her legs. 'Stupid, why did you come?!' She thought as she kept walking hoping no one would attack her. As she marched, she could see a wolf she met. The one she fought in a spar, the rainbow man she didn't know it's name. Her shy nature blocked her from approaching. And in silence, she would try to sit down alone watching those who had come before her. And there she started to think. 'Would anyone notice me?...No one normally does...' But her fear pushed her to avoid any contact with the strangers but well, this was a good start on her rehabilitation if you could call this one. She didnt notice Heloise due to her stress. oc: Spoted Celestin but didnt interacted with no one. Feel free to come and say hi! "speak"

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Pestilence was a vibrating pile of excitement. First family outing! This was the best thing ever and the pup could hardly contain herself. As soon as her mother released her and her siblings, Pesto sprang off into the crowd. There were so many people to see, in so many colors and sizes and it was just all so exciting. In the crowd one in particular stood out further then any others. Oh, my, gosh that wolf has WINGS. Pestilence pranced up and down in place before zooming up to the winged wolf. "Hi! You have wings!" She proclaimed, jaw dropping in disbelief for a moment as she finished talking. It didn't last long, however, as the pup continued to ramble. "Where did you get them? Could I get some too? Are you a God as well? Can you fly? Do they hurt? Is your mom a bird?" Pestilence's questions seemed to have no end to them. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Hela followed Belle toward the festival, her head was hight, walking with confidence as always. This could be her first public interactions with those beyond Ashen boundaries, and of course, she was going to be as polite as possible. She wasn't going to stain the Klein's name by any means, she couldn't do such a mistake. Oh no, she wouldn't mess up with this great opportunity to start creating possible alliances and using her ability to convince, to influence others around her goals. And when she arrived, her piercing gaze landed upon those already there. 'Hehehe, so many choices.' She told to herself as a grin formed on her ashen lips. Well, it was time to work for her. So she marched among the gathered with her elegant bearing and with a great skill she took note of anything and anyone she passed by. Until her eyes landed upon the white wolf with a mane it seemed. "Greetings." She said not only to her but the others who were there. "Crow Klein, Advisor To Ashen." She finished before a small bow, and in an agile way she made her way toward her siblings and in silence she would sit by them. But she changed her mind as she spotted her nice(Pesto) talking to a winged wolf. Well, she got interested in it too. And quickly head toward them sitting next to Pesto. "Lovely wings you goth." "Speak"

She would follow Jupiter as they came to the festival. Keeping close to his side like he requested but having given freedom to do as she wished for a bit. Her master was a kind man. If there were events she could participate in, Niamh could participate. But she was aware he’d be watching her every movement. She only hoped to make him proud and behave herself. Her gaze traveled to the woman he was watching for a moment before looking back at him. she said, as suspected, nothing. Just a quiet tilt of her head as if asking who that was but he wasn’t exactly required to answer her. She was just curious. Niamh looked a bit frantically over the crowd, trying to spot anyone from the auction she had seen. There were a few scattered around that she thought she recognized but it was a pipe dream. She was too shy to say ‘hello’ without writing it in the dirt. Everyone was mostly gathered around that pale woman too, so she didn’t even know where to begin. Moving hesitantly away from the one person she did know; the young woman would walk a bit away. She would trot a few paces away, ears pinned back and not at all stopping anyone to speak. She’d let them come to her. Maybe. If they wanted to. If not, she wasn’t going to fret too much about it. ooc; niamh is here with jupiter but is allowed to socialize and make spin-off threads. just be aware he may be watching. feel free to approach her!

Fracture had decided to accompany the other Winterfell wolves to the festival, though his motives were less so to enjoy himself and have fun and more to make sure his pack was safe and taken care of. A newly promoted Knight, Fracture felt the responsibility of his role. He'd vowed to defend those who could not defend themselves, and gods knew there were a lot of them here. When did Winterfell get so many children? The dark man tailed behind the group, watching cautiously as the pups went and did their thing. Acere and Tyranis were also present, and Fracture was not about to step on either man's toes. He'd watch from afar, and interfere if his higher-up's requested it of him. Hopefully this festival would be uneventful and calm. He spotted one other quiet, defenseless thing in the distance and his lips parted in a quiet sigh. Tail tucked, ears flattened, Yurei was simply terrified. There were others he recognized, but he'd vowed to help her find herself and her issue was the most pressing here at the moment. Fracture gave one final glance to the group of children before hurriedly trotting up to her. "Yurei." He began, voice hushed. The dark man leaned in slowly as he approached to touch his nose to her neck - if she'd let him - and then pressure his head upwards to by extension lift hers. "You're representing Winterfell, sister." He let that hang in the air for a moment so she might understand, before continuing. "Do you see Acere and Tyranis over there?" Dark nose prodded in their direction. "They are here to protect us and you, as is Dragon, Heloise, and the others. They are skilled warriors, and will never let harm come to you." He knew his words were even more true, since his King and Hand defended him at the market from Sirius. "And nor will I. So please, try and enjoy this festival. I'm sure there are many healers here you could ask for advice from; they're typically a friendly bunch, easy to approach." "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

If there was a festival or promise of fun, Ashmedai was sure to be there. He had told his children that they were free to come if they wished. Some time with the mixing packs would definitely bring about some fun and- if they were lucky- some drama he could start some bets on. As soon as he got to the gathering, he'd turn his pups loose and look around to see if there was anyone worth schmoozing. A quick look around revealed that there weren't many cute girls yet, but that there was one winged wolf and one familiar face with some new horns of some sort.

Ash trotted up to Dragon's side, "Hey man, you got a tree branch stuck in you head?" He softly bumped Dragon's shoulder so he'd know where he was. "How's uh... that going for you?"

Sparrow followed her dad to the festival. She bet she could win something cool at this one too. Her paws were sore from the travel, but had mostly stopped aching. Oddly enough, her claws had started to fall out. She decided not to tell anyone about it. Maybe it was like how your teeth fell out and then grew back stronger. At least she hoped. She didn't wanna be a clawless freak for the rest of her life.

When she was turned loose more or less at the festival, she immediately spotted the winged wolf. Another pup was questioning him, but Sparrow wasn't going to hold back. "Mister, are you named after a bird? I'm named after one! Think I'll grow wings too?"

Toxicity followed her family, her excitement boiling beneath the surface. She didn't want to show how excited she was, but she was absolutely stoked. They traveled a long way and ended up with a bunch of other pack wolves. Their scents were overwhelming. Their mother let them go and Pestilence took off. Toxicity followed her as she found a winged wolf and began asking him a series of questions. Tox would have told her to slow down, but she was also interested and realized she could get all the answers she wanted if Pestilence kept asking questions. Another girl came up and was also asking things. It was possible this man was from another god.

When Pestilence asked if he could fly, Tox nudged her, "Of course he can fly, otherwise what good are wings?" They looked big and heavy. Toxicity bet they could be used to repel rain or even keep warm in the winter, but wings were meant for flying, so why wouldn't they work to fly?

Archon was bursting with pride as he took to Deathbelle's side and led their children to a festival of mixed packs. He couldn't resist brushing shoulders with her and casting her small, affectionate glances as they trailed together. Archon had volunteered to bring his other litter along and of course Dea was welcome if she was feeling up to it, although the festivities might be too much for such young pups.

As they arrived, Deathbelle gave a small warning to all of her pups. Archon glanced over all of his children present and gave them a firm nod. Right after they all skittered, Archon took a moment to look over the other participants before turning his attention back to Deathbelle, giving her cheek a warm nipping, "It will be nice to have them well watched and socialized." Archon only wished that he and Belle could have a little more alone time, but he knew the festival would be fun anyway. "Perhaps we could do something like this for Ashen in the future?"

Alright, so he just made a fool of himself… Houdini was… being Houdini… surely things couldn’t get worse… right? Wrong. Another zoomed up to him and startled Gav so much by her quick arrival, with the worry she was gonna crash into him, that he flinched. His light green gaze shifted to her -- a kid. She reacted with amazement to his wings… and then came a slew of questions. The young male’s jaw parted… uh… oh… Houdini eyed the kid with dissatisfaction. “Way to go, Gav. Cause waltzing into a gathering like this was a fantastic plan!” Others came closer too, speaking to him and each other as Gavroche struggled to find his words. This… this was something. Houdini rolled her eyes and made her way down her companion’s form to the ground. “Have fun! I’m going to go somewhere quiet.” Gavroche went to give her a helpless look but the rat already took off. Yeeeeep..! This was fine. Everything was fine. Gav looked back to the three kids and other wolf before him. He flicked an ear nervously, finally managing to speak. “I… uh… can’t f-fly… actually.” Gavroche managed. “My grandmother tried to tear them off of me when I was little s-so I think they got damaged or something…” Oh boy… this was… weird. “I was born with them though… so I don’t know if you guys will ever get wings…” There that answered some stuff, right? “I’m not a God… b-but it was the great Goddess Celeste that blessed me with these wings!” On the plus side Houdini was no longer here to grumble about the kid discussing the religion of Foi. “I’m the only one in my family with wings though. Most of them have manes and are really big. Bigger than you, uh, miss Crow.” His words weren’t unkind. “My name is Gavroche Kedieo. My mama used to call me her baby bird though.” ...introductions… hopefully that was the last question. He didn’t miss any, did he? “I come from a place called Lyenne… far away in a mountain range.” He added. “What are your names?” He was still a bit uncomfortable… but he was trying at least. "Speech"

Venom pranced after her parents as they were taken on their first outing beyond Ashen’s borders. Her purple pink eyes were bright as she took in all the new sights, faces, and smells that seemed to waft from everywhere. Obviously in wonder the girl continued forward, gloved paws carrying her through the crowd. She flicked her forked tongue out of amusement as she followed her siblings towards a novel sight.

The wolf had wings. While she wasn’t completely stunned, she herself had an odd tongue and quills, Plague had spikes, Cala was growing antlers.. This one was definitely something. She lifted her head and listened as he told her aunt and sisters about himself. She would have to remember to ask her father about Celeste, and if he knew her. Venom herself was a goddess, they were learning all about it in father’s sermons.

”Venom Klein Abraxas.” the young princess told him as she lifted her head proudly and took her turn to ask questions. ”Why would your grandmother do something horrible like that? I’m glad no one tried to take my tongue.” The innocent flicked her mutated tongue towards the winged boy with a smirk.

The main reason Rhyme wished to come to Valhalla’s festival was the hope he might get a clue to his daughter’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, his sister’s pups heard him talking about the festival and he agreed to chaperone the growing pups. They had spent quite a while travelling after the invitation was given, but he had no doubt the pups were excited and ready. They’d been over the ground rules, and both Imperia and Solitude were with him to help keep an eye on Abaven’s youth. He sighed softly as he let them loose and his own blue and lavender eyes took in the crowd. There weren’t many familiar faces, he did catch sight of Ashmedai but he didn’t see any other siblings. He’d pretend like he didn’t see the man and make his way closer to Aurielle. Rhyme gave a quick nod of respect towards Acere as well. He’d need to pull him and Aurielle aside to talk more privately about his search, and he hoped deeply they might have information about his daughter. The Spirit seemed rather busy at the moment though, so he found a more quiet spot to observe the goings on.

Desolate followed obediently at uncle Rhyme's heel as he led them to the festival. He was so so excited to go, but once he saw the cluster of huge strange adults he realized how afraid he was too. Mom wasn't here, and that made Desolate very nervous. Rhyme released the pups, and Desolate looked up at him in confusion. They could go? Go do what? With whom? No thank you, Desolate was happy to stay beside his uncle and far away from the strangers who roamed here. His siblings could go get themselves in danger if they wanted to, but Des was happy for the security his family granted. Regardless of if Rhyme wanted some alone time, it wouldn't be easy to convince the boy to leave his side. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Chaos had given his pack permission to head over to the Valhalla festival, and had taken the time to decide on a spot a short distance away for the pack to camp together. The pups were given stern orders to stay with a Legion adult while they were away from camp - the viking market may have been profitable for Legion but it was a stark reminder of the dangers of pups being out of pack lands. The adults were told that everyone was expected to be on their best behavior at all times - the reputation of Legion was on their shoulders and they were to act accordingly. If a fight started he told them it better be for a great reason and he would expect the Legion wolves to acquit themselves well in it. He was sure several of his wolves had brought things they'd crafted to trade for things, and he himself - mindful of the last market - had thrown a sack of some of the more tradeworthy treasures of the barrows. Jewelry, mostly - things that could be readily used by a wolf without needing to be modified. He would trade it for things the pack as a whole would need, but he would allow the pack to choose out pieces to trade for more personal items within reason too, particularly anything designed to outfit the wolf in a fight. He didn't intend for Legion to remain idle much longer, and he was of a mind to start offering Legion's services as mercenaries. It had worked for Imperium, after all, when they'd smashed Hellstrom for Abaven.

He meandered into the gathering, casting a glance over it with an eye towards spotting Legion members and keeping track of the pups' whereabouts, then turned a lazy grin on the wolf who called and paused, raising a brow. Well, holy hell, which one of his siblings had popped this one out? Whoever it was, he was glad they hadn't given her the family name, because in addition to the fangs and shimmering color that might have marked her as one of Cascade Saxe and Valentine Imperialis' descendents she had... a horse mane or something, and ridiculously long fur on her tail too. No, no, no way any of his siblings had produced her, none of them had thrown an all-white pup except Ashmedai's Talon, and he was an albino and this Aurielle wasn't. He worriedly half-glanced around before he stopped himself, concerned for a moment that someone was going to compare the two of them and his hordes of color-changing, mutated younger siblings and nieces and nephews, and come up with the idea somehow that she was one of them. After all, it had been his first thought. Maybe he was just sensitive from the recent threats to his family's rep, but man he hoped she wasn't one of their blood. His line might be far from normal, with the fangs and claws that tended to crop up, but at least their mutations were the useful sort rather than... whatever you'd consider yards of extra hair.

He gave himself a shake and flopped his haunches on the ground. He hadn't brought any of his younger siblings himself this time, wanting to keep an eye on the pack as a whole instead of chasing after kids, so he needed to be doing that instead of getting distracted by family issues.

The young adventurer nodded firmly as his dad made special note that he wasn’t to go wandering alone. He already brainstormed who he was going to ask as he looked over the strangers that had already gathered. He was kind of caught up in his thoughts and barely registered what his sister Lilie said about rotten squirrel. ”Hey, I like rotten squirrel.” Though he wasn’t often very vocal he was quite offended. He shook himself and made his way forward, towards the wolf his siblings tackled.

The red marked pup hung back as he watched who was supposed to be his cousin, she seemed another stranger if not an interesting one to look at. The small wolf with the wings too. Lachlan lingered by Torin’s side as his bright eyes watched all the new faces in awe.