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

She doesn't know why she'd agreed to follow birdboy to this festival; some sliver of hope, perhaps, that she might spot her family among the wolves gathered. Maybe she'd hoped, too, to let loose a bit — have some fun for once. But now that she's here, all she feels is regret and anxiety. She lingers anxiously near her companion, hovering closer than usual to his flank as her gaze scans the crowd. There is nothing familiar here, and she wishes she hadn't come at all. Her eyes flit to him briefly as she hears him speak, but promptly drop to the ground and remain there. She decides the only thing to do is avoid eye contact and hope no one speaks to her until it's time to leave.