Thrust into the lime light

To say he was stunned when he was declared the winner in his final tournament battle with Artorias was an understatement. He never really believed he could ever beat Artorias in a fight anyway, but to beat him in a tournament and win the whole thing?! He stood there during the award ceremony with a look of disbelief on his face, a toothy grin feeling like a permanent fixture on his lips. He tried to do his best at sitting properly, being polite, all of those things through the whole pomp and circumstances that followed, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't glad when it was all over. He felt much more comfortable when he got back to the cluster of Hallows wolves that gathered around to congratulate him, eventually having to shove his father off of him with a laugh when the Ageis wouldn't stop squeezing him in a tight hug and going on and on about how proud he was.

Afterward he just tried to enjoy the rest of the festival, eating and drinking with every body and trying really, really hard to not make a fool of himself in the process. He didn't really hang around many of the wolves in his own pack that often, much less interacting with a bunch of wolves from other packs. It was really nice when anyone came over to talk to them or congratulate them on a job well done in the tournament - not just him, but several of the other wolves from The Hallows that had fought well also - but he really just wanted to get back to Auster and go back to his hunts with Aquila and patrolling and all the other normal every day stuff he was used to. He wasn't used to all this fancy stuff, even though it was a nice change. When his father started gathering everyone up to head back home, he stood and gave his fur a shake, lingering around the edge of the group while the others started taking count of everyone to make sure they weren't going to be leaving anyone behind, his pale blue gaze looking curiously around the pale trees one last time.

Ezra Adravendi