Great Bear Wilderness [wp] uuman kilausirakti • heart drummer

The festivities of the celebration were a spectacle not just to witness, but to attend. Reilly kept mostly to herself, though the fleeting smiles and humor in her eyes were genial, and never guarded. It was the coming together of two different cultures—and the red-masked woman was feeling a spear of homesickness for her own, in that moment—a strange thing, given this was exactly the type of experience and knowledge she had left her own roots to seek.

Joyous was the gathering—murmurs of well wishes offered by her as she drew past others—her eyes falling upon the dancing men in their joviality and feeling a lilting smile pull at her lips to see two packs come together in celebration as one, if only for the moment—and the rapt attention of females as they eyed the warriors smooth motions.

To fight, she believed, was an art. Apparently, the fluidity of motion transferable to something entirely different, such as dance.