The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

The trip to The Hallows was a long one and it was the first time she really got a sense of just how big Boreas and Auster were. To think that there was another whole continent worth of land past where they currently were was wild in her mind. It made her even more excited to start traveling with her new Diplomat position so she could see even more of it. The Hallows was going to be her first stop and it was so convenient that their Bonfire Festival just so happened to line up with when she wanted to head south so she could travel with a few of the other Armada wolves that wished to attend. She was genuinely surprised by the amount of wolves that gathered around this unlit bonfire. Some of them were from other packs like them, some were loners, some were from the Hallows itself. It was one big melting pot and it was really impressive how many wolves this pack could bring together. It made her all the more interested in learning diplomacy from this group. She’d find a moment to ask Artorias if she could stay for a while here to do just that at some point, but for now she made a beeline for her grandfather, giving him a grin as she stretched to reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I was hoping you’d be here,” she said with a chuckle before she settled onto her haunches to watch the bonfire lighting.

"Wynter Fatalis"