The colony's whelps had, quite insistently, told Roam and Fawn that they needed to organize a festival. And had also aske for it to be as soon as possible. The latter the two had understood- whelps not being known for their patience. The two had been confused, however, with the request for a festival in the first place. They were not quite sure how to deal with it; but had eventually asked one of the more insistent whelps what was going on. "It's Chukoo's wedding!" Choose had said, as if it...

It had been a while since [[Roam]] and [[Fawn]]'s encounter with Blikk. After returning, life in L'hatzif continued like normal. Depart and Retreat had come home bragging to the other nursery whelps, and their enthusiasm over Blikk's stories was soon infectious. Neither Fawn nor Roam had ever been that into telling stories, but with Depart and Retreat excitedly recounting some of the tall tales Blikk had told them, they were pushed into it by many sets of pleading eyes.   ...

"Are we there yet?" an annoyed voice pipped up from a bag slung over Roam's shoulders. Retreat had, rather quickly, become too tired to walk herself and being tired of the complaints Fawn had picked her up and put her in one of the big bags that previously held supplies for the trip.   Depart was still happily trotting along with them, occasionally stopping to look at bugs or rocks on the road. But even *he* was starting to get annoyed at the other whelp. "Not yet, Re...