Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

Of course, in some deep part of her, Jinx knew Fox had the best intentions. If not for the pack's recent calamity, perhaps this gathering would have been a massive success. Jinx herself wasn't feeling merry, but it became clear very quickly that none of the other wolves had any patience for it, either. Had she been in a better state of mind, the Kesuk would have been worried about it. A pack of strong warriors was no doubt formidable, but had glaring weaknesses that had to be addressed, particularly on the social side of things, as was evidenced by the festival.

She wasn't in a better state of mind, however, and paid no mind to it. The strangely behaving wolf from before quit his antics, earning Jinx's brief regard. At least he listened when he was called out, though a more perceptive wolf might have found it strange for Fox to call out the single instance of merrymaking available. She, however, was glad for it to cease.

Whale Moon was brought into question. Though she didn't feel much like explaining, she did elaborate with a brief, "it heralds the coming of summer. It is a time of festivity back home." It wouldn't be very festive now, she imagined, but that wouldn't stop her from going through the motions. Sos and Atka, and all the spirits of the sea and the wind, still looked fondly upon these lighter rituals, after all, and wouldn't take kindly to being ignored. Tuwawi had the most sincere response, but she couldn't bring herself to find inspiration in it.

If only things had been different, she would have shared in the swelling pride and joy for Swiftcurrent Creek. If only, if only.