10-06-2008, 07:12 PM
OOC- backdated oct 3rd, First Frost Festival, all welcome, not just for pack members. 
The first frost had come and along with it the signs of the oncoming winter. The Matriarch of the pack had just finished setting the flames a licking on the bonfire and the fruits of the pack's labors were exposed beneith the twilight sky. They had worked together to bring down the beast and later Iskata herself had had luck with catching her own, though she was surprised that she'd become any good with the bow and arrows that Hel had begun to show her how to use. She'd considered it luck but perhaps that was what the pack was going to need to get through the coming seasons.
The dancing light from the fires scattered across her pelt as she tilted her head back and called for those family and friend to join the pack together to celebrate the final days of warmth as the world turned over towards the chillier cast. The brisk air and scent on the breeze teased of snow though the Matriarch ignored the warning, she'd seen it so many times before, early scattered flakes on the wind to make the world think that dark times were ahead. She would take the bad with the good, they had prepaired and the harvest was grand. The lifestock would grow plump in the lean times and the pack would dine on their herd if need be. The woman didn't see the need to come so quickly to dive into slaughter of the herd but no one could forecast the future.
She had wrapped a soft thick wool blanket around herself as she perched on one of the large logs that had been rolled out to the clearing, her eyes dancing along with the flames of the fire as she smiled to herself. Her fingers traced along the pulge of her belly as she sighed, knowing that within the next moon she would be bringing another litter into the world but she was content in this, there was nothing but love from the matriarch for her unborn brood. With the crackling fire before her she closed her eyes and waited for those near and far to come join Phoenix Valley for the night of festivals.
The first frost had come and along with it the signs of the oncoming winter. The Matriarch of the pack had just finished setting the flames a licking on the bonfire and the fruits of the pack's labors were exposed beneith the twilight sky. They had worked together to bring down the beast and later Iskata herself had had luck with catching her own, though she was surprised that she'd become any good with the bow and arrows that Hel had begun to show her how to use. She'd considered it luck but perhaps that was what the pack was going to need to get through the coming seasons.
The dancing light from the fires scattered across her pelt as she tilted her head back and called for those family and friend to join the pack together to celebrate the final days of warmth as the world turned over towards the chillier cast. The brisk air and scent on the breeze teased of snow though the Matriarch ignored the warning, she'd seen it so many times before, early scattered flakes on the wind to make the world think that dark times were ahead. She would take the bad with the good, they had prepaired and the harvest was grand. The lifestock would grow plump in the lean times and the pack would dine on their herd if need be. The woman didn't see the need to come so quickly to dive into slaughter of the herd but no one could forecast the future.
She had wrapped a soft thick wool blanket around herself as she perched on one of the large logs that had been rolled out to the clearing, her eyes dancing along with the flames of the fire as she smiled to herself. Her fingers traced along the pulge of her belly as she sighed, knowing that within the next moon she would be bringing another litter into the world but she was content in this, there was nothing but love from the matriarch for her unborn brood. With the crackling fire before her she closed her eyes and waited for those near and far to come join Phoenix Valley for the night of festivals.