Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)

He was finally able to move freely. Sure, there was still some limping going on, but that would fade once his legs had regained their original muscle-tone. He was young enough that he’d bounce back quite well from having been bed-ridden for weeks.

He spent a lot of his time doting on the pups between physical therapies, stretches, flexions and patrols. When the howl came from Aerie, his head perked up, ears perking high as Aurielle called out to her father and Paladin to gather trade goods. Oh! Was it time for the fair?

With all that was going on, he’d forgotten the mention about it Aurielle had made last year. As the Spirit gathered her children and mate, he went in to grab a few things he’d made once he had use of both front legs again. Much of it was simple baubles and necklaces, and herb sachets that were purely for scent and night-terrors for pups or injured wolves needing a little something to ease them into sleep.

He caught up quickly, falling in line behind the last pup and herding them happily, fond eyes running over each youngster and encouraging where needed.

They reached Aerie land at a leisurely pace, and he noted the numbers already gathered, nodding to the wolves and flashing a grin toward Sirius before flopping among the pups after setting his own offerings to the trade fair to one side, and carefully out of pup-range.

It was an unspoken offer to Aurielle to pupsit while she got some time among the adults. Regulus and Paladin would be along with the real goods shortly, he knew.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think