your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Ein carried the squirrel to the best of his abilities, coming in beside Tveir, although it was more a a dragging motion than a carrying one, but it seemed to work. Seeing the festival for what it was, Ein's excitement increased ten fold, eyes darting back and forth at all the bones and their significance. His tail waved back and forth the same as his eyes the glee obvious on his small form. Dropping the squirrel to prance up to his father, reaching up to lick his chin, Faðir! Þetta er hátíð? Ótrúlegt! He couldn't believe the sights that overwhelmed his senses. There was to much to explore and to many people to talk to!