Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

There were so many new faces and strange new scents. Valiant had lost track of Raindrop. He searched for her distractedly, dizzy with anticipation. He hoped she was making friends, and he had an idea to try and make some new friends, himself — but his gaze just kept sliding over the gathering, and he was blind until he caught sight of the dusty beige of a familiar coat.

"@Vairë!" he called out to catch her attention, threading through the gathering with an extra spring in his step. Earlier, he'd hoped to catch her out of sight of Kukutux, just so he would not have to split his short supply of attention — but he had tunnel vision, now, and an extra spring in his step. "Have you ever seen so many packs gathered in one place?"

It was thrilling. Valiant felt his fur quilling in anticipation of the hunt, like gooseflesh prickling down his spine. His rose-gold gaze swept the gathering one more time before settling intently on Vairë. An unconscious smile tugged at his lips.