She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous for this event. It was a two fold kind though. On one hand she was very excited for the event Mara had put so much work and thought into. It was a gathering by the likes that had never happened before! All the packs, all the wolves even, from all over Moladion gathered in one place for an evening and night of fun feasting and socializing.

However, on the other paw, she was also inviting packs that were known enemies to one another… It was a worry, but she had spoken with at least Pine before now, tried to explain to her what had happened, and hoped that perhaps tonight she could get Iromar and Diveen to work together instead of fighting against one another. Asteraia and Glorall… well Eden certainly didn’t hold too much of a grudge, but Zelda couldn’t say for Aster. The female was very much like Pine she felt, a bit… hot blooded. She would have her leave if she couldn’t at least mind her own while here. That was where the warriors and champions came into play. She was certain a lot of the packs would bring along many of their own wolves to break up or potentially start fights. It made her whole chest tighten at the very thought of it. She would do her very best to make sure tonight was a peaceful, fun night for everyone to remember.

It was because of this free flowing of thoughts though that she tossed and turned all night in her den, she didn’t sleep well, but soon as light entered her entrance she was standing up and moving out of it. She took a deep breath, and spent the majority of her morning finding herself a meal, forcing it down, for she didn’t feel hungry with all this anxiety, then straightening out the feathering of her legs and pulling burs and brush out. Thankfully the sun was behind the clouds today, the drought was making it a hot summer here in Taviora, but it seemed to be taking a bit of a break today. No rain, but still enough that it least seemed cooler. Zelda had checked on the hunters who had volunteered to supply food. One thing she was grateful for was the bountiful prey Taviora was graced with these last two seasons thus far. She hoped it would continue, but right now it was perfect for supplying the ball with a small feast of fresh food.

By the time mid morning rolled around she had ensured most things were in order. A deep sigh came from her, feeling exhausted despite herself. It was nerves mostly that made her feel this way. The busywork was nice keeping her distracted all morning, but at the same time she was still anxious. It was then that she heard the call from the event creator herself. A smile touched Zelda’s maw and soon she was off across the lands again certain that she had something to say or ask of her before the day wore any further on. It wasn't quite what Zelda expected though when she came upon the small newly appointed Wisdom of her pack. Flowers? She had never seen them woven in such a manner before, never thought to try something like this would or could be done. Not without some extreme patience which was something Zelda knew the girl likely had in bounds compared to her peers.

Mara… what are these?” Zelda asked her tones in clear awe as she looked over the array of decorations she had made. They were made of Taviora’s flowers, Zelda recognized many of them, they were so intricate and beautiful, but what did Mara have planned to do with them?