Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

it was Chrysanthos who approached him, spoke to him. he'd shift uneasily, eyes on the ground as the more friendly being talked. festival... that was the word. "is that what this whole biz is?" he uttered, wondering what the hell a festival even was. if it was a place where wolves drank and ate... wasn't it just a dinner table? if they all chatted and were friendly, well, he wasn't really sure what to think. Boreas was a weird fuckin' place. he could feel tension a bit but everyone was makin' merry at everyone else. weird.

he didn't see anyone he recognized so he twisted his long neck to look at the Olympia healer. "who's that chick everyone is, like, obsessed over?" he asked the pure-blood, eyes darting to Aurielle. everyone was crowded around her like she was some caged animal on display. he didn't exactly see what the big deal was. she was just some wolf with bad hair. if he had to blow hair out of his face all the damn time, he'd get pissed and cut it off.