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

will be in this thread for storytimes!

Ever since her recent interlude with Stigmata, the she-wolf had felt her guard raise—the walls she had allowed to come down within the presence of the charismatic man and his comrades were once more in place, the feeling of embarrassment gnawing at her for so loftily allowing herself open to another when she knew better.

Still, there was a certain effort to be maintained, and she found she enjoyed the general company of her fellow pack mates. So it was with interest that she had followed the scent of a scant few Diasporan wolves to the grounds of Elysium, her true reason for being here the complete opposite of what might have been appropriate for the rites of fertility and its celebrations. She sought a way to hinder her own season for one more year—to remain below the radar.

Her eyes flitted to those gathered, amusement briefly flashing in her emerald jewelled gaze as Mahler was flanked by others. She would have sought his own company to say hello, but given he seemed otherwise pre-occupied, her gaze found its way to Ford—the titan of the sea. Intrigued to catch up with him, the exotic creature casually paced after him, finding herself falling in to a story woven by a male she did not know.