I Wish, I Wish...

Plague had been on a routine patrol as the howl hit his alabaster ears. Green eyes narrowed with slight curiosity as he looked over the border before him. It was not a mandatory patrol but one he had taken upon himself to do due to sheer boredom. Thus, the restless Wolf would abandon his post and take strides towards the festival. A mild amount of nervous excitement resonated within his chest. He hadn't been to a festival before and really wasn't sure what it would consist of other then the fact that they needed to bring a special item. Thus, when he sauntered into the Armada's lands and witnessed the fire lit clearing his eyes went wide.

His jaw went rigid as he observed everything. Fire seemed to give him a slight bit of anxiety as his thoughts moved back to the volcanic eruption. The fate his father had endured due to the molten explosion. But he managed to shake off the worry as he looked over the food and then the two Wolves that stood in the distance. Plague swallowed nervously before moving gently towards the two. One was the fanged cousin he hadn't spent much time with and the other was Iolaire. Between his jaws was a rolled up deer hide that had once been one of the many furs his parents used in their palace. Plague offered a simple nod as he stood a polite distance away and dropped the hide to the ground, "This is impressive."

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