King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

He anticipated the joyous call from the moment he’d woken up early, early, early that morning. Cenric wouldn’t have been surprised if he was the first to see it, the snow that is. A thin blanket lay across Kingslend. A sign of celebration.

Cenric followed the sound of his sister’s call as soon as it reached him. When he arrived, wolves were already gathered around the Crossing. Fashionably late, as he always was. It’s something he needed to work on.

Cenric took his place beside his sibling and quietly surveyed the crowd.