Let the Festivities Begin

Keelin followed dutifully at Merrick's side as they went to attend the festival that had been in the works for a bit now. It still felt a bit odd to be walking beside him like this, no longer walking behind him as a slave. She had been told that she had even been moved to a proper rank within the pack rather than being written off as his servant. She knew that was only right for someone that was supposed to be his mate, but it was still a strange thing for her to wrap her head around. When they arrived and Merrick made his greetings of sorts to his family she gave Manea and her family a respectful nod as well, offering them a small smile. She had slowly started to get more comfortable with the wolves of the pack, though there was still some work to be done as far as getting to know everyone went.

She looked to Merrick and noticed the pointed look she was given and she quietly slipped away to head over to the plethora of meats without questioning what it was that he wanted from her. She knew well enough by now what he wanted and needed. He wasn't exactly a man of complicated tastes so it wasn't hard to figure out. She gathered up a couple of pieces of meat that looked appealing as well as one of the bottles of wine and brought it back over to where he was laying, laying out the meal for him before she laid down as well and tucked herself into his side so that she could lean into him while she observed the other wolves that had begun to gather and mingle about under the wide tent.

"Keelin"