Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Viviane couldn't pull nearly as much weight as her larger packmates. She was only a yearling, and small for her age anyway. Artur had helped for a couple trips, but he was staying back in pack lands to protect them while the festival was going on. Viv felt bad for him, but someone was supposed to switch out with him so he could come later too, so it wasn't so bad.She herself was very much looking forward to the whole thing. She couldn't stop her tail wagging constantly as everyone started gathering. She didn't really know anyone here other than her packmates but she was looking forward to it. Besides, there were wolves called Nomads here that were supposed to be amazing healers, and she was sure there would be many other healers there as well. Maybe at some point during the festival someone would hold a healer's conclave or something and she could listen to them all talking about techniques and herbs and other fun things she could learn about.

Her tail stilled in surprise as a boy even smaller than she was - no, not a boy, she amended as she realized that he was a physically mature adult - with wings approached Aurielle. She was too enchanted by his wings to even take note of what he'd said, wondering if he would let her touch them, wondering if he could fly or maybe glide or something, more importantly wondering how a wolf could have wings.