Ankyra Sound The annual parade of the mysterious hooded figures

For @Reyes and/or Isilmë if she's with them, but the other Rusalka pups are welcome as well! Faster pace preferred. This occurs at the same time as this thread based on Vercingetorix telling his kids to stay put. Set in the forest.

Arrow Lake boasted an impressive forest, but this easily took the cake for coolest forest Dragomir had ever seen. It was darker and the air was heavier than in the mountains. The trees were taller than the clouds, or at least that's how it appeared to the pup, who was but an ant among their vast trunks. Moss carpeted the floor so heavily he could scarcely hear his own footsteps and the whole earth seemed to spring underfoot. It even hung in heavy curtains from low hanging branches. Huge chunks of fungus erupted from rotting wood and the ground seemed choked with weeds and ferns. It was like something out of a fairytale.

His shyness forgotten, Dragomir hastened between colossal roots, logs and knots of foliage, exclaiming cool! and wow! as he went. For now he had just Reyes and maybe Isilmë for company, which helped him come out of the uncharacteristic shell he'd developed over the last little while. He felt more normal than he had since leaving Diaspora. Nothing was ever the same as your first home, but he thought he could come to like this majestic seaside forest as much as Diaspora's crystalline lake.

Little did the enchanted pup know his father was busy deciding all their fates with the enraged pack down on the beach, and their likelihood of being allowed to stay here was very low indeed. Giggling, he dove across the moss to tap his forepaws at a croaking frog.