Duck Pond

Spirit was only encouraged here because of his packmates - more specifically, that a lot of his packmates were here. He wouldn't be caught dead here on his own. Even his finch Strawberry twittering quiet encouragement, as she settled onto his shoulder and quite nearly burrowed into his fur, did little to settle his nervousness. Gathering as much courage as he could muster, he trailed after a group of Abaven wolves and moved to the little pond. Once they were finished he took his own quiet turn, plucking one of the wooden ducks from the water without giving it much thought or even attempting to find any logic in the little game. He was just proud he'd come here at all, no matter the prize.