Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

The young adventurer nodded firmly as his dad made special note that he wasn’t to go wandering alone. He already brainstormed who he was going to ask as he looked over the strangers that had already gathered. He was kind of caught up in his thoughts and barely registered what his sister Lilie said about rotten squirrel. ”Hey, I like rotten squirrel.” Though he wasn’t often very vocal he was quite offended. He shook himself and made his way forward, towards the wolf his siblings tackled.

The red marked pup hung back as he watched who was supposed to be his cousin, she seemed another stranger if not an interesting one to look at. The small wolf with the wings too. Lachlan lingered by Torin’s side as his bright eyes watched all the new faces in awe.