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

Urged by the news of a festival Charon had picked up from in the wilds, their travels had spanned across the valleys, and through the mountains. She had agreed easily enough to attend, but maybe not for the exact reasons that her mate might hope in his preoccupation with seeing their next litter in a hurry. Still, endeared enough to him and curious to scope it all out for herself, she went with, and despite those initial pangs of homesickness, she enjoyed the trip more than she had anticipated to. They were free to set the pace and although winter still reigned, the road was tempered enough for them.

After stopping by the peaceful, abandoned Sunspire, she was still in light enough spirits. Charon had brought a piece of their fallen star, and from their brief stop by her old stomping grounds, she came upon a ram horn worth toting--although she believed the alien stone their real statement piece. The horn was just a little something extra, and at least she did not have to carry it far now; a dimly familiar forest of willows approached, tucked away in the crook of the range. It had been a long time since she had hunted near here last.

Nevertheless, they threaded past the boundaries and from there, she truly began to grasp the variety of wolves gathered. A few stood out to her more than others. She scented several already, a prickling handful that she did recognize, and countless more unknown to her beyond that as they moved upon the gathering in place. The size of this, paired with a watchful eye, kept her close to Charon's side once their gifts dropped off and left them free to attempt to settle in, whatever that should entail exactly.

Amekaze admittedly felt a touch out of place so close to sea-level and among such a vast menagerie, but she was taking it in, listening, and watching this unfold for now.