It was late, quite late indeed. Almost a season had passed since the birth of the newest editions to Threar and if it wasn't for the dreaded depression that had befallen her mother, perhaps the celebration would have occurred earlier. Although Varda herself couldn't remember any feast to celebrate her own birth, she was certain Novella had announced it as a tradition of Threar, and she had been born into the former pack of Ludicael before it split apart. The matter clearly wasn't worth the fuss as she currently had younger siblings to shower with love. Her gaze looked down upon the smaller forms with an amiable smile stretched across her feminine features. In addition, there was quite alluring prey before her which made her purposefully empty belly rumble. Of course, all this food wasn't caught just for it to lie there wastefully. The point of the feast was to make the pups feel welcome into pack...and also eat (hence the name feast).
"Then...I call a toast," Her voice increased in volume so the rest of the gathered wolves could hear. Whether this was what happened at celebrations or not, she still continued with a confident cheer. "to Fate and Luck."
