Sunset Valley [feast] If the whole wide world stops singing

After the funeral, the reverent ritual that had sent Wintersbane and Tzila to the stars, Ensio followed Lane's lead, from the Glacier and to the Valley. He felt sad. Wistful, but not bitter. They would never be far from his mind, not ever.

Seeing the mass gathering of so many wolves, all of whom he could call allies, lifted his spirit. If only he had known. Could have seen up until now. Their sheer numbers and presence here on this clear, chilly winters night was testament to how much support his pack truly had. He would be lying if he said he wasn't moved.

The granite and platinum boy did not celebrate by dancing. That just wasn't his style. He sat alone for a time, looking at peace with himself. His hard, chiseled expression only broke when he looked to the star dotted sky. He drew in a slow breath and then belted out a howl like thunder. A magnificent, deep bass voice for the rugged youth. In it he released all his emotions in that single note, letting the wind carry and spread them.

A release. One he had needed for so long. Then he turned and barreled down a hill, knee deep in snow. He was nearly invisible amidst the white powder, the flying dust giving clue to his ruckus. Alive with energy, he zoomed past Arius in chase. Anyone else in his firing line, he growled at playfully. Any tails not tucked out of the way might even get a soft yank.