putting our heads together

The daylight was beginning to fade and the sky above was a marbling of blue and dreamy pinks and purples. Theory liked the sunsets here, even if they didn't hold a candle to the sun going down over the ocean at Fontamo Bay. Everyone had their special place. Everyone had their home. Settling down into the lush grass, she tipped her muzzle to the sky and called for the glimmering white alpha of Valhalla. She had an idea for a summer or fall festival that the packs could hold jointly. It had came to her while making the long trek here. If she was correct, they packs just about spanned the entirety of Boreas. What better way to celebrate their allegiance to each other than by staging a marathon footrace between the territories? It would cement their alliance and give wolves a way to figure out the fastest path between the two packs in case either ever needed aid. Theo hoped Aurielle would be as excited as she was about the potential festival.