"Tonight is about more than just surviving the frost," Fenris said, sensing the slight tremor in her hands. He gestured to the tables overflowing with roasted root vegetables, salted meats, and the heavy, sweet scent of fermented mountain berries. "A successful winter harvest means the pack- and our allies, will see the spring. It is a time for the North to remember that life is more than just a struggle against the cold."
He took a slow step back, giving her the air she needed. "But I know the noise is loud for you. The trauma doesn't just vanish because the harvest was good."
Rhiannon looked at the crowds of dancing dryads and laughing warriors. "I want to be here. I want to celebrate the fact that I’m alive to see it. But the weight of so many eyes... it makes me nervous."
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