Hushed Willows a swell of smoke arose and filled the air [festival]

to say that mahler was uncomfortable with the presence of so many wolves was an understatement. to say he was doubly disgruntled at the idea of a 'fertility festival' was a harsh undercutting of his true feelings. he did not know why he had come, for the last time he had been at elysium, it had only ended in shame for the sea-woman and her dark counterpart.
but the gargoyle inched stiffly forward all the same, hard lavender eyes cutting around at him for any recognizable individual. elysium was neighbor to diaspora — it would do well to have a leader of theirs here at this gathering.
ruenna, yes — his discomfort softened somewhat at seeing her, though the sway in her slender hips as she approached the sable lily and a man he did not know caused a prickle of unwelcome heat beneath his dark fur. the woman isleña was here also, accompanied by a pale wraith of a she-wolf. 
it was sunny who caught mahler's eye; the shadowpriest fought the urge to lift a lip in response to the sight of the unfortunately happy young male, who seemed to have healed well from their battle. no matter. this was a time of peace, and the gargoyle took himself off to the side of the clearing, quietly investigating the seeds that had been laid out for planting.