*Saoirse*
The air buzzed with excitement as our small caravan approached the Silver Creek pack's territory. I sat nestled between my parents in our wagon, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
This year marked my first time attending the Grand Moon Festival hosted by our neighboring pack. At ten years old, I was determined to make my family proud.
As we crossed the territorial boundary, marked by ancient stone pillars adorned with intricate carvings, I couldn't help but gasp. The festival grounds stretched out before us, a riot of color and sound that overwhelmed my senses.
Colorful banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, each bearing the sigils of different packs in attendance. The air was thick with the mingled scents of exotic spices, roasting meats, and sweet confections I'd never encountered before.
"Remember, Saoirse," my father said softly, his strong hand resting on my shoulder, "you represent our pack today. Carry yourself with grace and dignity."
