Young, dumb, and broke [festival]

He was enjoying the spring night and the bustle of Nomads, Traders, guests and pups. The hubbub of voices, the bleats and squawks, and moo’s of animals brought for trading. It filled him with energy and infused a spring into his step as he padded through the festival, an easy grin on his features as his eyes scanned the stalls and tents.

He saw a few things he found interesting, and he stopped a while to listen to the music, noting that Aoife was close by, but well-watched over. He’d spotted the seamstress Nomad who had made suggestions and given him the silk for his dress armor and flashed a brighter smile at the woman, twisting in a circle to show it off and receiving a laugh of delight.

“It’s lovely, Amella! Thank you for your help, Lady.” He sketched a quick bow before moving on his way, tail swaying in the air in an easy wag of contentment.

Ahead he spotted a wolf he’d seen at the Opening, and his ears perked slightly as he noted her coloring, and the spots. She wasn’t facing him, and looked indecisive, so he approached and called out lightly, “Are you alright, Lady?”

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