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The day was mercifully winding down, though the celebrations would likely last well into the morning, if her previous festival was anything to go off of. No raccoons making flower crowns here, though. Maybe they should've hired one. Still, who knew wolves were such party animals?

Bragi, who had been up since dawn, was ready to call it a night well before kickoff.

She floated through the festivities with half-lidded gaze and haggard soul, forcing a smile as Apollo bounced from one shiny new experience to another, as bright and blinding as the sun. It was cute, really, to see him so excited after a long (long) morning of flower picking and (attempted) fishing. But the thing keeping her going was the promise that he would sleep so good when they got back. That and, well.

She nudged his lip, lightly, and flicked her head in wordless permission for him to go forth and mingle, get the last of his energy out before they turned in. She watched his ruddy form weave through the crowd, wrenching her gaze away only when she felt a bump of her own.

Ah. There was only one wolf she knew who was that big and that blue.

Excuse yourself, she teased, a bit halfhearted with fatigue. She stole a quick glance over his shoulder, wondering if she'd spot any of the others, and offered a little swish of the tail. Having fun?

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