The Autumnal Festival was a Wolfen society tradition dating back to the species’ creation. It had certainly changed in various ways. Sacrificing animals had given way to offerings of painstakingly prepared food and the crème de la crème of any harvest. Bloody initiation battles had been watered down to play fights and games for children. Dancing. Singing. Storytelling.
All forms of acts symbolized celebrating and worshipping the being that had gifted them with life.
Gifted US with life.
I might not be a shifter, but the same being had also created me.
I watched as Valen carefully moved through the crowd. Each time he made a step, someone stopped him to say something. I couldn't tell from his face what they were saying but he seemed equally focused on listening to each of them.