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

The man that Aure knew seemed utterly captivated by her — and that annoyed Isleña, who did not like others being the center of her attention — so she lifted her nose haughtily and moved on to greener pastures. Perhaps it was the season, but Isleña was feeling a little more piquant than usual, and she felt herself pull away from other females as if they meant to do her some sort of harm — as if they didn’t have her best interest in mind. She’d meet back up with her friend later, when she was ready to try and not steal the limelight like that. Let her talk to that loner male; without a pack, he was of little use to her.

There was no shortage of wolves here to satisfy her need for attention, and as Isleña began her lap around the party, she allowed her gaze to linger on each wolf, or group of wolves, in turn. She wondered about who they were, their lives, their stories. What their pack valued, what sort of failures made them who they are. Why were they here, at a fertility festival, of all places? Temptation proved to be too great; it wasn’t long before Isleña had set her sights upon two males, @Wintersbane and @Derg, and gently redirected her course to intersect with theirs.

That was until Isleña saw the salt-and-pepper male from the mountains, and she redirected her course yet again! With a wink and a flick of the tail towards the first two, the bedouin made her way to the registry of seeds that were due for planting. She drifted up besides @Mahler, tipping her nose towards the seedlings as if truly surveying them — but then nudged his shoulder, gave a laugh, and greeted him with a loud “Umm, hello!”