Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

*sneaks on in?* Yay for project procrastination?! \o/

Humorless as ever, he glared sidelong at Fox, catching the way she looked when she wanted to say something but didn't. It made him feel accomplished in some way, or perhaps even connected in another. Either way it went his mood wasn't quite so dark after that, and he watched in silent ambivalence as his other packmates joined in with their chorus bit. He was particularly charmed by Tuwawi's response, which seemed the most sincere and hopeful of all. It put a warm feeling in the dark dog's chest.

He blinked towards the ghostly she-wolf Jinx—the term 'ghostly' applying to her in more than one fashion—and regarded her attentively although he had no personal interest whatsoever in any spring-time rituals. It repulsed him really. He wondered if there would be songs involved... or dancing. He'd seen a song-and-dance of wolves before, and he'd sooner throw himself into the icy currents of Swiftcurrent Creek before experiencing it again.

He looked at Fox pointedly, licking his chops and thinking to publicly ask her about her particular policy on frivolous spring-time punan and if he and the other males were allowed to partake as they saw fit, but thought against it because he figured he would want this particular strategy for himself as this spring. Particularly because the one who was stealing his heart this year was indignantly under-aged.