Snowmelt festival!

Corbie wiped the back of her foreleg across her brow, sitting back with a sigh of accomplishment as she gazed at the young ewe with her new twin lambs, now standing to nurse. The first lambing of the year had been unexpected and early, but first timers were often unpredictable like that. It was good timing, though, since it was indeed the time to be calling the pack together to celebrate the end of winter and the birth of spring. Everything had been prepared for some time, waiting for these first signs of spring. The snowdrops and crocuses, the daffodils were peeping out of the snow already, and now the first of the lambs had arrived. It was a prestigious beginning to the season already, and there were ten birthingdays to celebrate, six of whom would be reaching a major milestone in their lives.

The alpha took a moment to wash up thoroughly in the river before heading into the barn, where a small feast had been set up with warm mulled ciders - it was still cold, after all! - dried berry teas, and melomels to drink to add a touch of the summer to remind them all of the upcoming warmth to look forward to. It would have been hard to miss the commotion in the barn as set up had occurred, then been temporarily abandoned for the lambing, so it probably didn't require a lot of notice, but Corbie lifted her muzzle to call out lightly, bringing the pack together beside the merrily crackling bonfire.