King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

With Célnes joyous call filling the air, swiftly followed by that of Cahlhoun, Chad lifted his head, bowed to the ground in prayer. Winter was upon them and the High Elk blessed them with the day of the Winter Jubilee. A day of celebrating, a day to hunt without restraint. Throwing his head back to add his voice into the mix for a short moment, he expressed his excitement.

Then, with little time to waste, he was on his way. Breezing through their forest towards Kings Crossing. His golden eyes glimmered, a wry smile upon his maw while his tail flagged happily. Not minding that he wasn't the first to arrive, with a bounce in his step, he settled to graze his shoulder fondly against that of his aging friend, Odessa.