Welcome to the Freak Show!

The small fae who escorted he and his littermates to the festival was one of his cousins, though he admitted he hadn't spent much time with her. While he and his siblings were being painfully rambunctious for the entire trip, she remained cool and calm. In the back of his mind, the leggy young male marvelled at her composure. Most others would have smacked at least one of them upside the head by the halfway point in the trek.

As the not-so-small group crossed the threshold of the unfamiliar pack and its territories, the pale princeling was on high alert. Mismatched eyes flickering between his siblings as he tracked their movements, watching El take off at a dead sprint into the gathering without a moment of hesitation. A scowl settled onto his angular features, and his oversized ears pinned to his skull. Why wouldn't they make it easy for him to keep them safe? Honestly, it was super inconsiderate. He paid the other attendees little heed as he found himself on the edge of the group of siblings, trying to pick out the silvery form of his sister among the many other bodies at the festival. He was reticent to leave the rest of them, just in case he was needed. And sure, Seere had given them a stern warning to begin with... but he couldn't help wanting to protect his smaller siblings from harm.