Tale Weaver Feast

As soon as she heard that there was going to be a contest for telling stories she had been letting her wild imagination run loose, thinking of the most outlandish and fantastical stories that she could tell! The problem came when she had to start deciding which one she would use–and narrowing it down so that she wouldn't be telling a story all night long. She walked with her mother to the Dam as some other wolves started to gather, but she was too deep in thought as she tried to piece together some threads of story to really look around at who all was there or what was going on until her father spoke to direct them all to enjoy the feast. She blinked a couple of times as she refocused on the present instead of the wild world she was concocting.

She glanced over to her mom as she kissed her cheek and requested some of the honied berries, replying with a nod before she obediently trotted over to the collection of various meats, fruits, and vegetables to pick from. Getting the bowl of fruits that had been drizzled with honey was easy enough and that sat at her paws for a long moment while she contemplated what to pick up for herself. Eventually she settled on a half of a rabbit that had been roasted and smelled delicious and she took her finds back over to where her mother had settled and sat the food in front of them, trying to catch her father's gaze to give him a grin before she dug into her meal and began thinking through her story again.

"Rusalka Alondra Klein"