Whitebark Stream Imbolc 2020

On his arrival, Artyom greeted Daylily with enthusiastic sweeping of his dense tail. He shot her an encouraging smile on sensing the girl's obvious anxiety, one that brightened his eyes with silent communication: you've got this.

He remained silently unsure as to why the tawny yearling had requested an audience with the pack, but held onto his curiosity as other Whitebark wolves began to trickle in. Artyom watched for the faces he knew somewhat better - @Eights, @Kora, young @Minnow and of course, his mate @Dawn - though he was sure to offer pleasantries to all.

Daylily began little awkwardly, sharing some insight to an event that she and her kin celebrated. The gilded ranger listened, his ears high atop his crown, keen to show support to the timid yearling despite his own lack of religious background.

Truthfully, he felt he could take part in this. He believed in no gods but figured it would prove a good opportunity to get to know those in the group he'd not yet met, and better solidify the bonds with those he had.

As the meeting came to a conclusion, Artyom took the opportunity to speak up: "I would like to see this garden," he offered, earthen gaze scanning the gathering in search of Kora, who'd recently "saved" him from stepping on a plant that was potentially dangerous. He was curious to learn more of what she knew, more so how one could use the flora to aid others.