your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Just got accepted and finally able to reply to this. :)

The ivory prince was late for the festival, he hurried forward, a rabbit and a squirrel clamped in between his jaws for the feast. They had held the festival of Uppsala back in his father's pack and the young prince always looked forward to it. Enjoying the jovial mood, it was nice to celebrate and have fun once in a while, he rarely got those opportunities. He heard Ragnar's announcement, shot Ragnar an apologetic look and a dip of his head before dropping his catch next to the other pieces of prey, a faint smile graced the ivory prince's lips as he tore away a few pieces of the fawn and retreated. He settled down not far from the food pile and began to eat, he knew he was sitting alone but he didn't mind. There would be time to socialize later but for now, his hunger had to be satisfied. He wondered what his sister, Audhild was doing right now. Was she mourning his supposed death? He hoped she wasn't. He didn't want her life to be filled with grief, he wished there was some way for him to contact her and tell her that he was still alive but he knew deep in his heart that it wasn't possible. He shook the depressing thoughts away instead focused on the festival, it was filled with merriment. His cerulean eyes brightened, wondering if anyone was going to approach him.