Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Justice was wary of having so many of their small pack outside of pack lands for the length of the festival, particularly with some of their members ill and unable to defend themselves. But some of the Nomads were there helping Aurielle with the festival, and Justice couldn't resist the opportunity to finally meet some of the healers her mother and brother had trained with. She had missed the opportunity to train with them when she herself was young, and she doubted there would be much of an opportunity to actually receive any training with the festival going on around them, but she couldn't help but seize the opportunity with all four paws. She did make a deal with Artur and a couple of the other fighter types so that they'd all be able to enjoy the festival while still not leaving the pack lands undefended, but she felt vaguely guilty about it anyway. If someone took it in their head to raid while the festival was going on, a couple yearlings and a few sick and old wolves couldn't take care of it themselves.

So she was restless and somewhat out of sorts as she helped carry the last of the supplies that had been planned for today, and was still unloading them from her travois and putting them where they needed to go when wolves began arriving. She gave a brief, somewhat malicious grin when Valdis and Aurielle spoke, wondering if either of them knew who the other was. The little winged boy earned a discrete roll of her eyes for his theatricality, but otherwise no one much caught her attention. She finished up with the supplies and stowed the travois, then moved to sit a bit behind Aurielle where she was with the Lirim puppies. She kept her gaze moving constantly, watching out for anything suspicious or dangerous, letting her gaze rest occasionally on the guests who had already appeared to evaluate them. If she was going to be here, she could at least assuage her guilt by guarding.