Redhawk Caldera pumpkin patch party — packtivity

Fitz had been keeping to himself of late for no good reason other than his writer had been trying to wrap up old threads and hopefully by doing so ward off the office flu. If he had to pick a reason why he had kept to himself it was maybe because he wanted to work on new stories so that he could work a bit more towards his storyteller skill.

Autumn had grasped them all within its grips but sometimes it felt like it was losing hold and Winter was about to take over. At the very least it was putting up one hell of a fight. FitzDutiful had also been thinking a lot about changing his name. Yes, FitzDutiful represented him but he wanted to take on his own trait-name instead of constantly being reminded that he was born out of mateship.

Fox's howl went up and dutifully, Fitz headed towards her, one of the last to arrive but he still arrived. Happy to see them he greeted his pack respectfully and settled in to hear what was going on - taking in the pumpkin patch sight as he did.