Tale Weaver Feast

Chimera had come to the pack with the idea of a storytelling festival and they had all pulled together to make it happen. Athena lounges on a thick, plush fur, picking at the food on plate while scanning for the wild dog of their pack. The earthen woman enjoys his presence and his chirping bark… and she hopes to share a meal with him.

As the bonfire blazes, sparks fly up and out, trying to race away into the heavens. The warmth lulls her into a sense of peace and a sigh passes her lips as she has yet to spy Kione. Chimera standing has her attention snapping to him and Athena shifts, sitting up and raising her cup of mead in toast, a wide grin on her lips.

Tilting the drink toward her alpha, the woman bows her head in thanks before downing the honey mead. She sinks back onto the furs, popping a large piece of cooked beef into her mouth. A content sigh passes her lips as one of the large mastiffs brings another jar of mead to her. How many is this? Two? Three? Athena’s head is beginning to feel light and a smile is on her lips as she enjoys the festivities.


"Athena Nocturna"