your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Atreyu watched with interest as the others arrived, an assortment of white and agouti-coloured wolves, each one receiving a grin from the juvenile. They all seemed to be long-standing pack members and they all took place amongst their family and friends, most notably the ones who lined up beside Ragnar's wife and her children. Most seemed to bring along some sort of prey, too. Pale eyes watched eagerly as an average-sized but colourful male who took his place beside the white-furred female dragged in a piglet. Atreyu had never tried pig before — much less any other land mammal — and was curious as to what it tasted like. Although his mouth watered he stayed seated, tail waving with excitement as he waited for Ragnar to allow them to feast.

Festival of the Uppsalla. So that's what it was. Atreyu listened intently, right ear quivering as he strained to take in the Jarl's explanation over the noise of the rest of the wolves who had gathered. As he spoke of the alters made for each of his Gods, the boy turned to study each of them individually. Although he wasn't a large believer in Gods (the only almighty power he really believed in was the ocean), he respected the effort Ragnar and his family put into appeasing them. The talk of sacrifices caught his attention but that was quickly diverted as the Jarl then announced the start of the feast.

Slinking past the others as they all started forward (many tearing at the deer that had been there at the start of the festival), Atreyu was delighted that the two eggs he had brought along hadn't been touched. Quickly scooping them up, he then turned, catching sight of the tall white-furred male who had just arrived. The boy gave him an awkward grin to the stranger before dashing past back to his spot, chomping merrily on the two eggs and watching as two of the pups began to wrestle. He had half the mind to join them but quickly reminded himself that he was an adult now and Thistle would not appreciate him crushing her children — even if it was in the name of play. Appetite stirred, Atreyu once again moved forward towards the pile of food, glancing once up at the agouti male and his mate before tearing off a hind leg of the piglet, almost sheepishly then retreating with it. He then lay down with the tasty piece of flesh between his forelegs, tearing hungrily and savouring it — an odd taste compared to his usual diet of seafood.