Snippet #2694745

"Ah! The Saffron Harvest Festival! Bare your goods! For the Seti traders have arrived!!" Nezin howled happily, her thick tail swishing back and forth while her round green eyes took in the sights before her. Just when she finished her announcement she felt the hip of one of her travel mates nudge her aside, then she heard a playful yet growling whisper near one of her tall ears:
"Hush! We're already labeled as psuedo wolves, there's no good adding loudmouth to it." said the light brown she-wolf with a blonde ringlet on her forehead. She, like everyone else, had two brown baskets on her sides, held together by a strap across her lower back.
Nezin's ears flattened and she sheepishly ducked her head as she began walking along with the rest of her group. They headed for a blue stall who's vendor was excitedly offering them local game that had been seasoned and slow roasted. Nezin's mouth watered along with her companions and in moments they were all trotting to a patch of soft grass to eat. The space was in one of many areas specially set aside for Festival visitors to sit, communicate and relax.

The Seti wolves laid in a circle and chat with eachother while eating. They all made their gameplan for the few days that the Festival would last and agreed on which goods they would handle buying. Nezin jumped on items for the pups along with comforts for the elders, her body wiggling as she said aloud what section of the Festival they could find her in. After eating and conversing, they all began moving as one loose group to get their first sights of what was going on this year, and possibly meet with other traveling groups from different packs.