King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

Winter Jubilee.
That sounded nice. Like fun even.
Perhaps they could make decorations or something!
But...no.
Hunt.

Her eyes widened, looking to Germ quickly. No, she couldn't Sacnite didn't know how. She'd get in the way, she'd fail them, she'd....she'd....
She sucked in the air she'd forgotten to breathe in. Should she say something?
Should she quietly tell Celnes? Should...she just try?
Maybe if she threw herself off of a mountain or something they wouldn't make her.

The white elk. That is what Celnes wanted to hunt.
Sacnite drifted closer to Calhoun, almost absently. She needed help. She couldn't do this. It was impossible.
"Cal.." her meek voice came at a mouse-like level. "I- I can't hunt." She lifted fearful eyes to him. He'll think she'd pathetic, in truth, but she didn't want to get in the way and ruin the Jubilee.
Help.