Firefly Glen [PHE] kimmiurat ⧤

Pale and cloaked in the golden fur of fox—Akavir at first mistook the vision of the woman calling for him to be of Akashingo—if only because of the adornment upon her. Coming closer, he knew this not to be the case—only the faint hint of Rodyn giving as much inclination to this.

Because of this, he assumed she visited from one of the Moon packs. As he drifted closer, the Mayfair made a quick stop by one of the trees, reaching within the hollow of one and pulling back a rabbit skin. Within, a careful placement of items had been selected and placed aside—in hopes he had enough for the Moon pack as hosts of the event.

“Hello,” he offered, though his words were lightly muffled. He placed the rabbitskin bag to his paws—quills from a porcupine, burdock root, poppy seeds, dried marigolds, and some reed fluffs cautiously within. “I was hoping to bring this and other pouches by to you and Rodyn earlier—but I didn’t want to interrupt any of the planning.” 

A genial mien emanated from the woman—enough to ease his own tensions, for the moment.