Hushed Willows a swell of smoke arose and filled the air [festival]

After bribing the gossiping birds into pointing him in the right direction, Sanguinus had spent the majority of his early morning trekking across fields and weaving threw forests, eventually landing himself close enough so that when the howl announcing the rumored festival's commencement was tossed among the wind, he had actually been close enough to hear it. His ears swiveled atop his crown as his paws were quick to move on their own, carefully guiding him threw the willows and towards the hustle and bustle in the distance. 

A colorful array of vibrant dies and peddles caught his attention first, though his gaze quickly fell upon what he assumed were the welcoming hosts and in a gentlemanly fashion, lowered his head in greeting. He'd never met such accepting company before, for the idea of inviting strangers into your home was not a thought he would have ever entertained and yet here he was, tossing himself admits the friendly chatter of those who had gathered while he nosed through the aesthetic pile of flowers, eyes ever watchful for those who were yet to join in the festivities.