your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Thistle strode forth from her makeshift sleeping arrangement and walked softly towards the place her husband had called, in her jaws she carried two rabbits and a squirrel. She studied everything from the shadows at first, not really thinking of much to celebrate other than her children's lives at the moment, everything else going to hell in a handbasket for her, broken promises and broken hearts, but she pushed that to the side for now. She sat near the edge of the festival, rather to watch than attend, and she knew fast and furious that if her husband went near Nerian to lay claim she'd just leave, because she just didn't want to see it, it would hurt too much. So she stayed near the edge an onlooker.

She wondered who would all come to this festival, she knew she'd give thanks for the children, and for the fact that most of them were still alive and that the lands of the pack would be bountiful and full, but other than that she could think of nothing to give thanks for. She could not say thank you for love, because she didn't know where she stood there, empty words were all she heard when promises were broken, but she kept her chin up as best she could. she hoped to see Julooke up and around, and Surra and Aine, the three she was closest too at the moment.

Azure eyes peeked out from downy fur, as black tipped ears stood erect and pivoted. Realizing she really did need to say hello to Ragnar before she completely killed whatever it was they had, she stood to her small paws and strode forward into the waning light. She lay the two rabbits and the squirrel down and blinked at him and spoke softly still hello Ragnar. You did well. She nudged his shoulder once twice, nipping gently and then bent her head forward to gather up the prey she had brought, she lay it gently at the fawn's hooves and then slid into the shadows again to watch and listen and probably leave, she did not wish to see anything of her husband and his new wife today, her heart was fractured enough thank you very much. She was immensely proud of him though, he had done a good job at gathering what was needed and making sure it worked well, and he had even had the children slightly involved. She was certain he would prefer Nerian over her, so she stayed away. She curled her tail around sandy brown and white paw and waited to watch who else would attend, blue eyes looking on and ears erect to listen. She did not know what was expected of her, was she supposed to be near her husband, because she could do that, but she did not know how to handle being near him and Nerian together still fighting to adjust to that.