To a Glorious Harvest! [Fireside Fall Festival]
Word travelled quickly through the grapevine, and even faster on vines burdened with lichen. Banking the coals in the fire pit outside the den, the lichen dappled yearling slipped his mask up and onto his face. The short, branching antlers and long fangs of the muntjac skull worked in his favour when he needed to mingle with strangers. Over the course of the early morning hours he had packed and repacked a small bag with a few snacks and supplies for the trip, and potentially to share with others at the festival. It was strange to be venturing so far from the mangrove to meet other wolves and celebrate the harvest season, but he was excited nonetheless. "Bog should stay home. Or Bog take Bug to meet strangers." the goliath frog had hopped lazily towards him with a warning, which was met with a soft sigh. "I don't want you to dry out, Bug. Who knows what kind of area they'll be holding the festival in, and I don't want to put you in danger, ya silly critter." the muddy healer explained gently, nudging the frog with the side of his forepaw. When he heard the sonorous call of a much larger wolf ring out, an open invitation to the guests, the nub of his tail twitched excitedly. As he hefted his burlap bag over his shoulder, a warning call erupted from the frog. Attention successfully reclaimed, the swamp dwelled stared down at his companion. "Bog stay safe, or Bug very mad." the frog warned, and received a soft bump of a wet nose against his snout. "I promise, I'll see you soon!" the wolf replied as he took off at a steady lope towards the inland gathering site. It took a good bit of travelling to reach the place where he was supposed to be meeting everyone, but he smelled the bonfire and cooking meat well before he saw anyone. As he cleared a small hill, he noticed there were already a few wolves assembled. By the Great Tree, they were all enormous. A burst of panic erupted in his chest and settled in his stomach, but he pushed forward regardless. He'd been invited, hadn't he? There was no way they would be a danger, not if they had put out such a nice spread for everyone. Good thing he hadn't eaten all his snacks, cause now he could share them with everyone! When word had reached him of the opportunity, he'd been informed it was being organized by an exceedingly large male with curving horns sprouting from between his ears. It wasn't hard to find that male, who he approached with his neck craned in the interest of trying to establish eye contact and grab his attention as he got closer. This man could pick him up like an infant and carry him off, and suddenly the moss dappled yearling wondered what he ought to expect from the other guests. "' Scuse me, you're Álarr, right? I have some slow roasted catfish left over that I wouldn't mind sharing, if you're alright with that." he drawled, verdant gaze cutting to the assembly of meats laid out. He was all but salivating over the strange scents that he wasn't fully familiar with. Red meat wasn't uncommon in his diet, by any means, but he was better equipped to hunt his own prey in smaller sizes. a quick shift of the weight on his shoulder let the bag tumble loosely onto the grass, and he waited for an affirmative from the large male. |