Here to party

Wylan trotted through the plains, tail wagging when anyone so much as glanced his way. So many people to meet! How many would he manage to introduce himself to in the time the Armada spent there? Everyone, he hoped! He tucked his wings lightly in at his side as he kept trotting. Getting the lay of the land, seeing what was where, and where the people were converging.

There was food being laid out, wolves arriving. Loners and pack wolves both. How many more Armada wolves were among them? He thought their party might be relatively small in comparison.

Once he’d done a quick loop, he returned to Glacier and the silly little sheep that had taken to following him around lately. He supposed if they kept at it, he’d have to name them… he never had been very clever at naming things. Maybe he could rope his brother into doing it. He settled down on the grass, grinning at the thought as he scanned the area again, wondering if he should pick out a wolf to chat with.

WC: 179


"Speech"