Badar had heard about what had come to be known as the 'two year old party of Spirane,' though only in passing. She had been tailing one of her older brothers when he had mentioned it to her, assumedly in an effort to curtail her following and to have her engaged elsewhere. In any case, it had sounded exciting even if he hadn't dressed his words up to describe it - a large meeting held in Spirane with children from any and all packs? He had been right to tell her for Badar had become instantly and wholly engaged with the idea of it and it had not taken her long to race back to her siblings in an effort to explain it to them too (as best as one could without words). They'd surely find out in their own time, likely when the invitations had been formalized, but Badar had been eager enough to take off into the wilds beyond Glorall in anticipation.

It'd be no surprise (to her at least) that she would be one of the first to arrive, save perhaps the children of Spirane that wished to join in too. But she had raced through the borders and towards the howl with little hesitation, her legs a frenzy of excitement as she barrelled up the mountainous paths and spotted the gathering. Only when she was in sight did she bother to slow down, trying her best to maintain a more casual pace as she approached with a lowered head and waving tail - submissive but not entirely, a quiet apology for her urgency of arriving and yet her excitement was still palpable. Surely nobody could fault her for that! She had many siblings but she had yet to have an opportunity to meet many other children save the few she had played with at Taviora's feast.

With her apology secured, she quickly dismissed her submissive posture and took up a more confident swagger as she investigated the items Eldrax and Melee had laid out for them all. Though she could not speak, she did her best to pass on her greetings to the two wolves, and even more so to express her excitement and curiosity in the items they had gathered: she sniffed each stone and bone, each and every flower, curious of them all and desiring one of each and yet she held back. Badar would, after all, collect them all if she could but she knew it would be rude to do so. And so, she merely waited for others to come, almost as a self-appointed guardian of those items, ever curious to see which stranger would pick which item and why. She could not speak and yet, she could certainly do her best to read the others!