Though He's alone, Nomads are keeping watch at a distance.

His tail blurred a flaming arc in the night air as he trotted through the stalls and tents. Occasionally he glimpsed his mother, but he chose to wander, the watchful eyes of the Nomads he passed keeping tabs on him, though he was oblivious to their careful watch. It was benevolent, the same unobtrusive pup-sitting they gave to all the children, both their own and Aurielle’s, as well as any children that came with the guests. He bounced around the outside of a sheep pen, drawing irritated blaats from the animals within, and was promptly shoo’ed off by the herder, though not with any anger. Here and there he pranced when the threads of music reached his ears. Aoife must be having a blast hearing all the music. Maybe she was there, playing with some the instruments. His path veered at the thought, and he bolted toward the music with a yip, intent on tracking down his sister, at least until he barreled into a foreleg and staggered backward, rolling head over tail and ending with a flop on his belly before he popped to his paws and shoot himself off, blinking up at the wolf he’d crashed into, tail wig-wagging as he piped, “Sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Ulric waded through the crowds of wolves for a few moments more before finally settling on listening to a bit of the music that seemed to be floating through the air everywhere around the festival. It was certainly a few experience for him since he hadn't really experienced music beyond his occasional, non-sensical humming or the small bits of songs his mother would sing when they were pups. This level of music with all of the various instruments they seemed to have everywhere made him incredibly curious so it was at least something he could linger in one place for a while and enjoy. Of course, just as he had found a particular musician to listen to, he was hit with a barreling ball of fluff that connected solidly with his front leg. The initial impact made him stumble to the side a bit to catch himself and he ended up bumping shoulders with the wolf standing next to him. He gave the other wolf a quick apologetic glance before looking to see who or what had just run into him and his eyes landed on a pup that looked solid black at first glance, but as the boy hopped to his feet and moved around the multi colored glow of his fur became more apparent. Without a shadow of a doubt he knew this was one of Aurielle's children even before the boy's scent confirmed it for him. No one else he had ever met had that sort of glow to their fur so it proved to be a very distinctive trait. He was going to ask the pup if he was okay, but the way be bounced up immediately and started apologizing immediately told him that he was totally fine. He couldn't help but grin at the resilience and elasticity of puppy bodies. "That's alright! No harm done," he insisted with a chuckle. A quick glance around the crowd told him that Aurielle wasn't with him, but there was no doubt in his mind that the alpha's son would certainly have someone keeping an eye on him so at least he didn't have to worry about him being lost. He looked back down at the pup with a smile. "Would you like to watch the musician with me? You can climb up on my back if you want." The nice thing about being a head taller than most wolves was that it was very easy to see over a crowd. Perhaps he could put his height to work to entertain this pup for a bit. "Talk"

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

His tail swirled fire as the man he’d crashed into took his apology and assured him no harm was done. At the offer for a great view, he nodded, and, much like his sister would do, began working to shimmy himself up the man’s broad foreleg like a kitten up a curtain, or a monkey up a tree. His hand-paws gripped fur, and he was careful to keep his claws sheathed as he went, tail battering the air. Once the summit was obtained, he’d be settled comfortably and politely in the man’s scruff as he added by way of introduction to Ulric’s ears, “I’m Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi! Was’your name?” He rattled off the full name without missing a beat, and his tail thumped against the man's shoulder as he asked for his name, too. His eyes watched the musicians, though, a mixture of drum, string and flute, wolf and primate working together to make something beautiful and driving. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Ulric chuckled and grinned as his young cousin decided to take him up on his offer immediately and began to climb his way up his leg. He had planned on crouching down so the shimmering boy could more easily climb onto his back, but clearly this pup didn't need such assistance. In just a few moments the pup was out of sight and he felt him perched in his thickly furred scruff. It was a ridiculous turn of events, but one that he quite enjoyed. He hoped that perhaps one day he would have his own pups to have such strange adventures with, but for now he was thrilled to be a perch for one of Aurielle's children. He turned his head a bit and let his ear flick back toward the boy when he began to introduce himself with what was possibly the longest name he had ever heard. Ulric couldn't help the light laughter and grin that crossed his muzzle in response, his tail wagging gently behind him. "You certainly have quite a name, huh? I'm Ulric Adravendi. It's nice to meet you, Ardyn." He had to wonder what possessed Aurielle to give the boy such a long name, but he decided that it was fitting for a pup with such a big personality and such a unique appearance. His focused returned to the musicians in front of him and he smiled contently as he watched them. It was a spectacle he had never experienced before, but it was one that he quite enjoyed. Even though the festival as a whole was a bit much for him to take in, there were pockets of things and times where he really was happy he came. This was one of those moments where he got to just listen to music he had never heard before and enjoy spending some time with one of his many younger cousins. "Which is your favorite instrument so far?" he asked Ardyn, his ear flicking back toward the pup again. "I think the one with the strings is mine." "Talk"