The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

At first Tarnish wasn't going to go. Who gave a fuck about the Hallows and some stupid festival? But then there was the mention of fire and booze… ok that was the kind of festival he could get behind. Besides, it was time to start celebrating his recovery. Although he was still skinny and not back to where he'd been he was keen to start living life again. In truth his body was recovering faster than his mind. Anything he didn't want to deal with mentally he just stuffed away. There'd been some big kerfuffle after he'd gotten sick. His dad died, well sort of died… he was mostly dead. But then he got better. Something, something, meeting, something, something, polar bear, something something, meh. Tarnish didn't sweat the details.

He climbed down out of his tree house, front limbs quivering a bit at the sudden exertion before he hit the ground and started heading to the Hallows. Apparently the borders were open for at least two of the territories so he didn't bother announcing himself. Not that he necessarily would have either way. He arrived in time to the fire lit and the party really get started.

His father dove for the former Ethne alphess before two Hallows males got involved. Awesome, dinner and a show. He noticed the Hallows boy he'd fought with earlier and felt the heat of annoyance just seeing the others stupid face. "Hey, ugly! Get me a bottle of booze would ya?"