partying partying yeah

Everything was finally normal again. Right? Poem was home, Rhyme was more lucid than he'd been in months, the puppies in the pack were almost old enough to decide what they'd like to do with their training... everything was blessedly regular. Theo couldn't resist the urge to celebrate. She hoped that hosting a gathering on the islands might help erase some of the negative feelings that anyone might be harboring after their forced exiled. Truthfully, they were beautiful. In the summertime everything had become lush and vibrant. Wildlife ferreted between the tall trees and little crabs seemed to be scuttling everywhere.

She'd asked Alouette to collect brush and small sticks and over the course of the day they had amassed quite a few. The raven was smart - the smartest creature that she knew - and Theory hoped to send off the day with a glorious bonfire. For now, the sun had just peaked in the sky. There was a long afternoon ahead of them filled with warm sunshine and the pleasant sound of the waves on the shores. Theory lifted her head and called for the pack to celebrate.