Celebrate Good Times, COME ON!

What was going on now? Ears would perk, and Shrike would lift his head as he pondered for just a moment at the reason behind his father’s call. So it seemed that there was a meeting of sorts for Threar and Abaven, huh? It intrigued him and, finding his old sort of energy, Shrike would bounce up to his feet, tail wagging. Alright, here was the time to do things anew. His spar at the festival had given him hope again. Hope to keep trying and keep working at becoming better. So he wasn’t perfect... But he just wasn’t perfect yet. He was still going to be the best!

Shrike would come barreling into the area at a thunderous pace. He would look around at all those gathered. His father, his mother... Uncle Allen and... So many others! He was interested in the female who was at his uncle’s side. He had never before seen her. Was she his... Mate? Shrike would approach her with a gentle smile on his face. “Hello ma’am. Who’re you?”

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'