Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

If there was a festival or promise of fun, Ashmedai was sure to be there. He had told his children that they were free to come if they wished. Some time with the mixing packs would definitely bring about some fun and- if they were lucky- some drama he could start some bets on. As soon as he got to the gathering, he'd turn his pups loose and look around to see if there was anyone worth schmoozing. A quick look around revealed that there weren't many cute girls yet, but that there was one winged wolf and one familiar face with some new horns of some sort.

Ash trotted up to Dragon's side, "Hey man, you got a tree branch stuck in you head?" He softly bumped Dragon's shoulder so he'd know where he was. "How's uh... that going for you?"