Surprisingly the flower crown and braids have stayed in her fur throughout the first dance, she has half a mind to find herself a raccoon friend so she could have them more often. There was something about Beltane that made her feel...light. But maybe it was more than just the festival, it was a moment to relax, be surrounded by other bodies. This was how things should be.

Fiadh was on her way back with a leaf of berries when she saw the pale wolf with a dark saddle approach Dimitri, her steps turning into a trot to close the distance faster before her date was stolen. She has a claim on this one, thank you very much, though if the potential third was cute....wait.

Wait a fucking minute.

That....couldn't be.

Fiadh broke into a run, tail up and wagging furiously as she was suddenly There, berries dropped as she bounced Right into Steller with pup like glee. Auntie! It was childish, of course it was childish, the last time she'd seen anyone from her family she had been a child watching their raid. Fiadh didn't give time for the older soldier to reprimand her, bouncing back and practically prancing around the pair. 'itri, 'itri this is Steller This was her kin, and it's been so long.

Somehow, the flower crown was sticking on, thank you raccoon boy.