Acere had spoken with her about a recurring festival he wanted to try to boost morale for the pack and potentially strengthen alliances. He called them the "End of Season Festivals" and wanted her to host them. She obliged, of course, because it both gave her something to do and of course, she loved throwing festivals and hosting them. This particular one had something for everyone. It was a time for friendly packs to gather. For elder members to share stories, history, experiences, and so on to anyone who would listen. For pups, there were small competitions like races and scavenger hunts, story time, and even opportunities to speak with and learn from older wolves on various topics. Hunters would have the chance to show their skills, as would warriors, healers, and anyone else who wished to show off their skills.

She marched to the neutral territory beyond the pack lands and found her usual spot, climbing carefully up now that she knew she was pregnant. She was careful as she moved to stand on the center of the branch and tilted her head back, inviting their allied packs and friendly rogues to join them for the festivities!

OOC// SURPRISE!! Winterfell will now be hosting end of season festivals for other packs and friendly rogues to attend their seasonal festivals! Certain Events will be posted in separate threads for various skill sets (hunters, healers, crafters, etc.) And there will be many activities for pups, elders, and any age in between! After posting here for festival attendance, feel free to start threads (open or private) to meet new wolves, start a story time, pup playtime, etc! Official competitions will be posted throughout the week!
Remember! This festival is for friendly individuals! Any hostile members will be promptly removed and asked to leave!

Tsunami perked her ears as she heard the call from Avalon, the elderly woman had been taking on more responsibility lately and Tsunami was curious what it was she had up her sleeve this time, particularly as she had become visibly pregnant as of late. Tsunami understood well enough not how things like that happened and the girl had to admit while she was one part grossed out by the idea of the elderly woman still doing... that. She also couldn't help but also hope she'd still be getting frisky at that age. The young warrior princess trotted easily towards where Avalon had called. Her cranberry gaze swung around the mostly open space and she realized she was the first to arrive. Tsunami grinned at the thought, she approached the raised area Avalon stood on and gave her a respectful dip of the head before she settled comfortably on her haunches eager to watch to see who would appear next. Speech Think Action

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The call for the Spring Equinox Festival had been sounded, and Acere was pleased to hear it. He had asked Avalon if she would like to host it, though he made sure she knew she was under no obligation considering her pregnancy. The elder, however, was all too happy to do it. Perhaps pregnancy so late in life gave her a renewed pep in her step, but whatever the case, he got up and headed to the nearby woods. Upon arrival, he spotted Tsunami and gave her a smile and a nod, "It's good to see you Tsunami," He greeted before turning his attention to the elder Ancora. "Thank you again for doing this, Avalon. I'm sure you've got a lot in store for us today, hm?" He turned to sit beneath the branch that she was perched upon to face the others as they came in. She wouldn't be doing this completely alone, no. He insisted he help with the festivities, be it refereeing, keeping the peace, or leading some of the events. He hoped for a large turnout as invitations were sent across the lands, but if there wasn't well...they'd make do and have fun regardless.

A festival! She’d never been to a festival before. Unsure of exactly what it was that happened at festivals made it all the more exciting for the youth. At the sound of Avalon’s howl Orca leapt to her paws and with a happy little yip started off in the direction of the call. A bounce to her step, she would eventually arrive not far behind her father. “Hi daddy!” She called, tail waving excitedly behind her as she came to a stop next to him. Grinning at the other youth, barely taller than herself but clearly older. “I’m Orca…we haven’t met yet…is this your first festival too?” Head cocked to the side, curious. Finally, her attention turned to Avalon to whom she bowed her head respectfully to. Elders were to be treated with respect…right?

Yurei has been facing serious emotional issues these days, feeling each day a living nightmare. Her depression had been gaining strenght as days passed, as there in her body, there were the effects of said illness. She was a bit more slender, with eye bags of nights without good sleep. Her eyes were infused with sadness, with no life on them at all. But she tried her best to keep up with her training, she wanted to prove her issues wouldn't affect her duties, as ever two days she went off to gather herbs and other things she felt a healer should do. There in her den, she lied down trying to get some needed sleep, but a call from somewhere made her refrain from doing so. Slowly she stood up and with some pain, she marched forward where she thought the call was coming from. -time skip- After some time, she found herself in an all-new place. One with several trees, as tall as the sky itself. And there in a branch, she saw Acere, and three wolves she couldn't recall knowing. Slowly she approached, avoiding any eye contact as she felt unsure of how would they react upon seeing her in this state. She took a seat a bit far from the rest. With silent lips and lowered ears. "Hello" | 'Thoughts'

The call for another festival hit the air and Ig was all too eager to attend and see what was going on! The pack had been quiet lately and he was sure these festivals were efforts to boost activity in the pack. With a grin, he left his den and headed out towards the woods with the sky high trees and wondered if Corvus would attend. After all, it sounded like everyone was invited! He was stoked to see what would happen and who he'd see there. The championship festival, after all, had a pretty good turnout. Would he come away from this one with new friends maybe? He wondered.

As he emerged from the pack lands and into the woods, he spotted a small gathering already and asides from his uncle and cousins, one wolf in particular caught his eye. He hadn't seen much of Yurei lately, but he figured there was a reason for that. He had been so absorbed in his own things that he hadn't gone to see how she was doing or if she was alright, so the crimson boy walked right up to her and gently bumped her shoulder with his as he sat beside her. "Hey Yurei," He didn't want to ask anything like 'how's it going' or 'how've you been' because judging by the looks of it, she hadn't been doing too well. All he could offer at this moment was quiet comfort and support. He'd make sure to spend some time with her during the festival.

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It was always a bit of a hassle to get his kids in order. Lili and Lachlan were more prone to wandering off as they traveled and he had to keep an eye on them, on top of that he was concerned that the trip would be too much for Siobhan. So they were slow going, as he kept a careful eye on four pups at once.

They would eventually arrive up north however and Torin gave Avalon a familiar but respectful nod as they approached the group. He waited for all his kids to gather around before he gave them a now familiar warning. "Don't go anywhere without telling me first." He looked at Lili pointedly. "Be kind, mind your manners. There are other pups here so remember the rules for playing with each other apply to them too. I don't want to hear anyone got hurt." He spoke gently but sternly. It would do his children good to meet others their own ages but he wasn't going to tolerate them misbehaving.

Then he gently herded them towards the group and settled on his haunches, indicating with his muzzle that his children were to join him there for now.

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Aryn did her best to behave on the long walk north, her entire body vibrating with excitement as they got further and further from home. The world was just so beautiful! Even the lands touched by the volcano's wrath had their own uniqueness that made them special and endearing, and Aryn kept wanting to pause on the journey to admire the changing scenery. As the ventured further north her drive to explore and see all around her lessened, and her excited vibration turned to shivers of cold. Her father pushed forward still and the pup admired him for his unyielding strength in the face of the snow and cold. Once they arrived, more wolves began to appear. Aryn moved close to her fathers leg as he greeted the woman, selfishly trying to steal his warmth. "How can people live here when its so cold?" She wondered aloud, eyeing the strange woman who stood without a shiver. "We should have brought blankets for the Winter wolves." "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

He had heard word of the festival that Winterfell was holding, and of course, he jumped at the chance to go. He wanted so badly to see his brother, and together with the blind warrior he headed back North. Back to what he considered home. Only it wasn't his pack for the moment...at least, not until his service to Hjarrandi was over. He made sure Dragon wasn't falling too far behind, but he knew the warrior was very much capable of taking care of himself. Cloud, however, was still pretty bewildered about the horns Dragon had grown. As the scents of the familiar pack grew closer, he picked up his pace until the growing group came into view. He couldn't help the grin that spread as he reached them, and immediately he started to try and track down his brother. But...he didn't smell Ty here. Maybe he just hadn't shown up yet? Looking among the bodies, he spotted his uncle and quickly headed over to him, the male giving a respectful nod to his uncle. "Uncle, it's good to see you again. How are things? How's my brother?" He looked behind him, hoping to see his brother emerge from the woods to join them. "Speak"

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It was her father and cousin that had forced Aurielle to attend the Festival Winterfell held in the north, and with several satchels of goods and trinkets draped over her back and Aelloshir’s, as well as stacked on a travois behind her, she made her arrival, gradated sapphire-sky gaze sweeping the small, growing gathering. She felt a surge of relief as she spotted Torin. Setting Loshir to guard the trade goods, she let Ayodele unfasten the straps of her travois harness before slipping to her Cousin’s side, smiling at him. Her new loss still swirled in her chest, fighting to escape the confines of control, but with him and his children around her, she could find some semblance of happiness. She nodded to Acere with a smile, adding the same to the other Winterfell wolves before letting her hips lower to the ground with a soft sigh. Though she wasn’t feeling the most social, the shimmering Spirit was groomed to the nines for the event, glistening under the ambient light of the forest, mane braided back. She might as well look presentable. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

With her bag packed, and both herself and Halla freshly groomed, Drífa headed toward the source of the call. She knew there was a festival that was going to be held but this would be her first time attending the festival. She didn't know quite what to expect but she was excited none the less. When she arrived there was already a considerable number of wolves. It seemed the festival was open to wolves from other packs as well as she caught an interesting mix of scents. Drífa dipped her head in greeting to Avalon before taking a seat and waiting for the festivities to began. Halla sat down next to her before leaning over and picking at her fur. She glanced at the macaque but let the other do as she wished. If she'd found a bug or something on Drífa's pelt she was welcome to it. "I talk" | 'I think'