Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

Tansea felt an unbidden tension fade from between her shoulders as more wolves, including some of her own Donnelaith kins-men joined. She was still withdrawn from them but at the very least she wasn't surrounded by an unfamiliar pack, several had joined of no pack and even a coyote had made an appearance. 

Tansea smiled, taking in the young children and the affection their pack mates showed them. The woman from her own pack, Lotte, began to sing and the coywolf, Doe, began to dance.

Tansea rose to her feet, though she remained on the fringes, and began to sway gently with her eyes closed. Her soft humming joined the music though she was unsure if the other would hear and the witch did not care. 

It was the new moon and magic was abundant.