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

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Derg lifted his head at @Isleña, a suave smirk coiling up his lips in return.
His eyes regarded her, taking in her body. Half disappointed to note she wasn't directing for him any longer. 

He'd seek her out after this he supposed.
He moved, talking to Illidan when a pale wolf started to speak, turning to give her attention. It was what was expected of him as a guest after all. 
He listened with cupped ears, finally, the hints fell into place that this was for a god or something. Damn religious wolves, he almost muttered. 

He offered a soft smile up to the pale wolfess before moving forward at her command, as he expected others would do too, and plucked a seed. He felt stupid and, if his sister were here, would probably tell him he looked stupid. He let himself grin with that ghost-like grin. He felt more at ease these days about Grezig. He'd have to visit her soon.

He dug a hole and dropped the seed in, covering it as he saw the pale wolfess do. The man stood back, looking expectantly at the ground as if a plant would immediately sprout up. He shook his head softly with a smile, looking around for @Keen. Surely she'd be nearby. 
His gaze trailed back to the dark wolf that had seemed so inviting, starting his steps towards her. He held himself proud as any man should; ears cupped, head high, legs easy and long strides.
He walked with purpose to her, noting the man she stood with. 
He turned his head, stilling to wait for the dark wolfess' undivided attention; he was a gentleman, he wouldn't intrude on her conversations. He didn't even know her. Yet.
He looked for @Wintersbane who'd probably noticed his direction and purpose -- he'd give the Tundrian a look as if to say I'll be good. 
He turned his attention back to the dark female, head slightly lowered in anticipation as he loitered. When would he give up the chance to talk to such a pretty woman?

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