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

the boy was nervous to visit the pack in the willows again. his first visit had been entirely formal, and while lily had been kind to him... he didn't know that it was appropriate for him to accept their offer and to join in on the festivities. he had deliberated on going since he had woken that morning. his mind had taken him to wander the edge of the water before he had decided that it would be a good thing for him to meet new people and to better familiarize himself with the elysium group.

so, he had trekked out of the sound and followed the memory trail that he had created to get back to the sanctuary pack. on his way there, the boy had been fortunate enough to secure a hare in a quick-paced hunt. he imagined that it would make a good gift for them, and that it would shine a positive light on him for having thought to bring a gift. with his catch clasped tightly in his teeth, the ghostly boy raced to the pack in the trees and found himself in a world that was entirely unknown to him.

there were many others there, and illidan felt a very intense feeling of being overwhelmed in that moment. his sharp yellow gaze wandered from face to face in hopes that he would recognize someone there that he could talk to. he saw lily for a moment, but she seemed as though she was speaking to someone that she knew and he didn't have the audacity to interrupt her. for a moment, the young man saw the scarred features of the pale cliff wolf. in desperation, he thought to approach her, but his nerves overcame him and kept him rooted to the ground.

to no one in particular, the harrowed young man swallowed heavily and placed his gift on the ground at his paws. “i don't know... where to put this... it's a gift,” he said quietly. it was likely that no one heard him speak at all.