Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

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