Celebrate Good Times, COME ON!

Tinaro definitely couldn't recall any celebration when he became a yearling back in the fall, which brought a rather disappointed mood upon his thoughts. To be honest, he didn't see what was so different between him and the five siblings, but at the sight of all their family that had gathered from neighbouring packs, it was then he remembered that they were the Azat's children. He attempted to think positively. Positive, positive, positive. Once he clearly got his thoughts straight, it didn't matter at all. It wasn't like he was excluded from the celebration itself, in fact, the rest of Abaven (who definitely weren't a part of this large family) had arrived for this memorable time. Festivals and celebratory events were becoming more popular ever since Threar had organised something similar recently. Indeed, they were exhausting but no less thrilling.

As the youth strolled into the crowd, he forced a smile upon his intrigued mood that soon relaxed into a natural expression. The siblings were yet to arrive, and it was their birthday! How could they be late? He shuffled closer to Bass, although he was wary not to disturb the other wolves around the Abaven leader. As a greeting, his head dipped silently yet with distinct eagerness while also giving a quick wink. A silver tipped tail wagged with anticipation as he hopped between his paws, trying to hold in the eager excitement bursting from within him. When they arrived, he planned to shout out the loudest "happy birthday" ever to be shouted. It seemed so ingenious, and so he continued to smugly grin as he awaited their arrival.