The monotony that was the daily lives of the Wentworth Ichikan wolves came to a literally screeching halt in a display of speckled feathers and flaunting talons. To dispel his boredom with the static lives of the earthbound wolves, the nameless owl had taken off in search of amusement, spanning a great distance in so little a time since gifted with flight. And to his searching eyes, he spied an event of wonderment; a gathering of earthbound creatures and their counterparts. Collections of objects both mundane and rare, tests of strength and finesse pitted against each other. It was a celebration of sorts, a melting pot of beings and wares.

He had to make his master the wiser to it or risk the monotony of the days never ending.

And so upon his return, he assaulted the air with his cries and tales of what he had seen. He hovered above the Wentworth wolves’ dens, coaxing them to rise at the first light and greet with wonderful news with attentive ears. Bonded as she was to the creature, X’yrin would be the first to greet him. Her disposition was considerably better over the past few days but it was not without a remnant of the dulled glaze to her usually brilliant orbs. Though she managed to smile, albeit it was weighed with fatigue. The rest of her form was in a considerable disarray lacking the meticulous grooming tongue or the determined dexterous fingers to weave the wild auburn strands into neat and orderly braids. She looked the part of a wild, tired creature, bent on appeasing her companion if only to silence him and steal a few more moments to herself and rest.

But it was to no avail. Upon seeing her, the nameless bird swept down to her shoulder immediately gently clasping her shoulder as he went on to talk of what he had seen with a stolen autumn lock bothered within his beak. He was more animated than she had ever seen him before, wings unfurled and waving as he exclaimed with contagious energy. As he went on, the woman’s tail wagged excitedly whilst she whined in mirth. The image in her head became of one of the Nomads setting camp with neighboring packs as they offered their wares and knowledge for goods. From her companion’s excitable explanation, this set up was very much like that and awarded an opportunity to take part in that wonder once again.

Before her companion could go on and further grate her ears with his excitable screeching, she hurriedly clasped a hand around his beak, chuckling softly as the bird looked at her indignantly. “Please be calm,” she voiced with a tired smile played upon her lips. She could only catch so much of his words before it all sounded like a jumbled mass. But she couldn’t blame him, this news of the gathering was exciting! But with the silencing of his chatter she was able to hear movement from the inside of the den and witnessed her mate emerge to see what was going on just outside. She released her companion then shrugged her shoulder for him to take flight in gesture to wake their neighbors with the news. The nameless bird was all too willing to comply and left the warrior pair be to talk amongst themselves.

Whether it was chosen to be acknowledged or not, there was tension between the Envoy pair brought on by the events that had transpired and the increasingly differed views harbored by the two of them. In her mind, the Exultare female still believed herself to be a failure; robbed of the joy she wished to experience while her loving mate had mentally set himself apart from the pack they called home. It was distasteful to her to know that her mate did not favor all of Ichika as family… but it was not misunderstood. Perhaps they shared the same ideals of the pack but chose to go about it differently; he would rather exploit the pack as a whole as weak, whilst she’d rather ignore it and muster what strength she could do defend it. But it was driving the both of them ragged and irritable, X’yrin more so than her mate. And the suppression of her jealousy could only be concealed so much…

Upon seeing the tired face of her beloved her excitable tail slowed to a leisurely fan of the cool air and smile lessened to a humble turn of her lips. Her eyes had fallen to the snow, averted from this glacier blues as her ears too sunk with the depress of her mood. She did not dislike him…in fact she had loved him more as the days wore on… but given her burden, her feelings of worthlessness, she did not feel she deserved to look at him. “We didn’t mean to cause a fuss,” she apologized meekly for her now gone companion. “He was excited about a gathering taking place not far from here. All kinds of people have come together to exchange their items and participate in events. There was dancing and sparring, and trading of all kinds. It sounds like a festival.” Bravely, she lifted her eyes to meet his from beneath the overgrowth of bangs. “The Nomads used to hold events like this when we travelled to familiar pack lands of which we had good relationships with. We used to trade out crafts and our skills for passage… we even offered mates to the eligible to strengthen our bonds with our stationary neighbors. What he has described sounds fairly similar…”