Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Bee never missed a party if she could help it.

on the road, she heard a pack was throwing a festival of some kind and was quite keen to visit them. though she had seen other wolves come to the festival together, she was here alone. entering the flat plains, her eyes were on the decorations and the wolves attending. she'd look to the large bonfire and smile dreamily. there was a bit of worry that something would catch fire but she placed that out of her mind in favor of partaking.

Willoughby had done her very best to groom herself nicely while traveling. her locks were windswept, shiny and clean. but that was all she could think to do. she had no wonderful accessories yet but had been told a few would be on sale at this festival. maybe she would walk away with a pretty flower or two. something nice to line her makeshift den with. the lone wolf kept to the outskirts, hoping she could see someone else alone to approach. or maybe someone nice to approach her.