Sing The Songs of Spring With Me! [Valhallan Spring Festival Opening]

Freshly groomed, though no amount of grooming would tame the mohawk of bristles that trailed down the back of his neck, and with the still-unfamiliar weight of the necklace Aurielle had gifted to him resting on his chest he made his way through the crowds of Nomads toward his mate's side. He gave her a gentle smile, and a wink for Ardyn. He had left the rest of the pups to make their own way there rather than try to ride herd on them in five different directions - the Nomads wouldn't let anything bad happen to them, and the young companions he'd given his children were under strict orders to sound the alarm if anything wasn't right. While not all of the birds were quite old enough to fly, they were certainly old enough to give a good piercing shriek if someone from another pack, or a predator, decided to harass one of their charges. He settled himself beside his wife and son, and swept his gaze benevolently over the gathering crowds. "I have a good feeling about this year," he rumbled thoughtfully. "Last year's festival certainly made me a much happier man than I ever expected. I wonder how we could possibly top it this year."