There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come.

The festival was wonderous, from the sights and smells, to the strange wolves that seemed to be attending, it was far beyond anything the Soleil could imagine. There was so much to look at that Noelie wasn't even sure where to start. "I can't believe what I'm seeing." Coydogs had set up booths, some serving food, some ushering wolves forward to try their luck with game, and she had her eye on a particularly interesting game...

"I have no idea, but I'm down for whatever it is." Unless this was like.. some weird beheading party.. in which case she'd be less inclined to attend.