Finally taking flight

Ulric let her take her time in thinking over his question, his silver gaze shifting to look around the long, empty room once more while she pondered it, returning his attention to her when she spoke. He watched her as she settled beside him, her shoulder brushing against his. It was a simple thing, just a casual brushing of shoulders, but it still managed to pull a small smile to his lips. He naturally leaned into her without consciously deciding to, gravitating toward her just as he had since the day they met. Once she pointed out that Resin had never wanted to be the center of attention he smirked, nodding in agreement. That was true. He had wanted to do something specifically for the leader they had lost in remembrance of her, but that wasn't really Resin's style was it? It was hard to put his own loss aside to think about what Resin would have wanted.

But the idea that Eska thought of in its place felt right. A feast for them to remember and appreciate those that were no longer with them. A time to celebrate their lives. His eyes met hers as she looked up at him, a small grin pulling across his features. "I love that idea. I think a Feast of Remembrance is perfect." It was general enough to fit whatever happened within that year, but would still be a special occasion to honor Resin as well, at least for those that knew her. It was strange to think that as the years passed, as long as The Hallows remained as strong as it was, there would come a time after all of them were gone that there would be a whole new generation of wolves that had never met the founder of this pack. It made him wistful as he glanced around the dining hall again.

"Come on, we can keep moving," he told her, dipping his head down for a moment to gently and affectionately press the end of his muzzle to the top of her head, standing and starting to walk out of the room without really realizing what he had done, too lost in his thoughts to think it through. He led her down the hall a ways, pausing in front of another wide doorway. "This is the infirmary," he explained, pushing one of the doors open so that he could motion inside to the room lined with cots, dividers set up in-between them and shelves of supplies along the far wall. "Gwynevere is usually around here somewhere. She's practically lived here since we set it up. Though I'm glad she has a dedicated space for it now. She was doing it all out of her room." He looked down at Eska, adding after realizing that she wouldn't know the name, "Gwynevere is one of Tamsyn and Resin's daughters."

Ulric Adravendi