Sweet Spring Breezes

He laughed, but said, quite seriously, “Very kind, and very generous.”

He was only half-joking. She’d taken time out of her days to visit him when he’d needed the distractions most during his stay. As dedicated to her pack as she was, she’d still taken that time.

She frisked past him, bringing a reflexively larger grin to his features that turned into a snicker as she suddenly went careening around the basin. As he reached the flat bottom he turned and watched her zip about, a lopsided, eye-twinkling grin on his features, tail waving in the air.

“So other than the fights, what other activities for the festival sounds like fun? There’ll be games, singing, hunting competitions, trading, a feast… it’s likely to last a few days to give everyone a chance to have fun and relax before going back to the daily life. The majority of those will be held on the land north of us, the Dancefloor of the Gods, since it’s nice and flat, and no one has to worry about their tents rolling down the hill. There’ll be the Nomads as well.”

His front end dropped, stretching into a bow, rump swaying in the air as he grinned at her.

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