The way the petals flutter

Cerberus could catch the look of Scylla's face on the mention of large events like festivals. He wouldn't call her out directly on it, waiting a few seconds with a little smirk on his face, "Hey, we could set up a large communal den like dad did with the dam. It would be nice." Somewhat serious, somewhat joking. He was mostly a friendly guy sure, but he didn't like the idea of huge parties of strangers being on their pack lands. He liked going to The Hallows Bonfire, but just didn't sit well with him at home. A strange clash in his mind. But he could have the same feeling with Scylla on this one.

His guard brought down some from the potential threats of the land, he would regroup better with the scouters. "I agree, I'd prefer a den in the groves or the falls. This land seems like it would be better to farm our own resources." Simple enough. It was pretty flat, beautiful. Good for a lazy afternoon. And if he were a healer he could imagine getting work done in a quiet atmosphere. Just as he liked it.

"Cerberus"