The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

As Strai sits beside her with that charming, toothy grin, Delphi laughs and relaxes a little. “Sounds like we should wait until we can sneak off, hm?” She teases back, leaning to rest her shoulder against his foreleg. Watching the festivities around them, Delphi listens as Artorias addresses the crowd and she comes to learn what tonight was about. Instantly, a tear forms in her eyes as the memories of her mother come to the surface. Before the night was offer, she would go make her offering to the fire.

Not long after Artorias had finished, it appeared tensions would rise. Commotion would begin as Sirius approached the Raid King with another Hallows in tow, two boys began to scuffle elsewhere, and then one of Art’s daughters started to inform anyone breaking rules would need to leave or she would make them. Both her brows would rise as her gaze shifts over the crowd. Her nerves begin to tingle as she spies Erik and the younger wolves from Hemlock. “I’ll return shortly,” Delphi whispers to Strai as she rises to her paws and makes her way to the wolves she is in charge of.

Finding each of them, whether they were together or alone, Delphi speaks to them quietly. “We do not need to leave yet, but do not engage,” Delphi speaks sternly, unworried about Lumine, Erik, or Styrmir starting anything unless someone were to bother the Hemlock wolves. It is Steig and Bjorn that she gives pointed looks to. Not that they were trouble makers, but she wouldn’t doubt they would go for a good brawl given the chance. “If I catch any of you mucking about, I’ll let Artorias toss you in the prison,” Delphi warns, her toying smirk edged with something far more serious.

With her alpha duties finished, the imp turns and makes her way back to Strai. Plopping down between his front legs, she leans up to lick at his chin before settling into the grass. At least they would get a show with their dinner.