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running through the fields i know; join the ranks of the favored few .

Oberon seemed to be one of the few that had not arrived with a pack. He had stumbled across the raven purely by chance, and when it had informed him of a festival, Oberon's interest had been piqued. It had been a long while since he had interacted properly with the packs of Alacritia; since before he had left, at least. The introverted male had never been inclined to wander far from Ludicael until the day that he wandered so far that he didn't come back. And now the lands were vastly different from what they had once been. It was interesting, he thought, to see how much an area could change in such a short while. He wasn't certain that he liked it, but there wasn't much that he could do about it. And perhaps if he gave these strange new packs a chance, he would discover that they contributed positively to the lands around them.

With that in mind, Oberon resolved to view these packs with an open mind. He approached the black woman that the raven had indicated was its companion and inclined his head towards her. His voice, when he spoke, was respectful, despite being rather quiet. "Natalya Olympus, I assume?" Oberon was certain that this was the woman; she was quite distinctive, in her own way. "I am Oberon Illiadis. It is a pleasure to be here." He didn't have much else to say, and so he fell silent, waiting to see what she would say if - if she said anything at all. He was nothing but a stranger, after all. But he was curious about this woman and about her pack as well.