To a Glorious Harvest! [Fireside Fall Festival]

He moved at a steady pace alongside his siblings, hoping that the opportunity to leave the borders of Abaven might prove beneficial to the lot of them. Ever since the news of Allegro's abandonment had dropped, there had been a heavy cloud hanging over their heads. Stagnating in their den, the overwhelming sense of emptiness had begun to drain any will and energy from the small family. They all travelled in relative silence, but the burly yearling still felt lighter than he had in a while yet. Once they arrived, Balthier seemed to settle into a rhythm of familiarizing himself with everyone gathered. The pale hunter was less inclined to try and make friends, if only just in the interest of wanting somewhere to sit before he tried to be social. As soon as his brother settled, mercury gaze found itself shifting across the assembled wolves while he settled onto his rump at Balt's side. Shoulders brushing against the dark fur of his sibling, he grunted in acknowledgement when he noticed his brother had been checking to make sure he and Psalm were still close behind.

His own attention followed the cerulean eyes of his brother, searching for the familiar form of his sister making its way through the crowd. There were already a fair number gathered, and he wanted to be sure his small sister wouldn't be lost among the press of bodies. It was very important to take care of small wolves, lest they be lost entirely while travelling in crowded places.

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