teach me how to celebrate

"Ah," Theo said, turning to Desolate to explain. Eulogy's absence was troubling but she hadn't wanted to worry the children. The festival seemed like the perfect remedy to an uncertain situation- at the very least, it would take their minds off of it for the time being. She hoped. "I'm replanting this tree here. The trees provide important resources and a buffer to the winds. Hopefully it will grow up nice and strong, just like all the others." Theory nudged the sapling into place and refilled the hole just as another pup appeared.

She smelled of Winterfell and reminded her of Ace in looks. Was this one of his children he had spoken so proudly about? "Hello Winter, I'm Theory and this is Desolate. I'm the alpha of Abaven and we've come to participate in the festival," she said. The Winterfell girl had a lot of energy. Having kids of your own sounded exhausting. She already had enough on her plate worrying about the youth of Abaven.