Jan 20
The commotion of the festival was frightening for the coywolf. Terra had heard about a big celebration, and had come to check it out. She loved celebrations, being together with others and feasting, followed by games that went on long into the night. This didn't look like any of the celebrations she'd ever been to though. It was frightening, with so many strangely garbed luperci. Terra had come in her optime form, prepared to learn more about how to use it. Instead she'd been captured by the pull of the crowd, unable to keep herself rooted in one place.
Wildly she looked around for someone, anyone she recognized. Terra was alone though. Whimpering softly she searched for a quiet place to get a grip on what was happening. She was no coward, but for someone used to the silence of the woods and only the company of her pack this was too much for her to take in on her own. She'd wanted to learn more, but without a guide the information became a blur, a useless stream of color and noise that overwhelmed the young hybrid. She squeezed herself into a gap between stalls, and took a deep breath. What was all this?
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