Den Day Report: by Adrian “Cronin” Cronin

In the Month of the Owl, usually shortly before the Snow Moon, the Wolves of Voraniss celebrate Den Day. Gifts are exchanged and grand gestures are made in an effort to court potential mates for the spring. The Elves and Humans of Voraniss, because of recent cultural exchanges, have also begun celebrating the day in their own special ways.

Calandian Elves have been filling the forest with enchanting music. Songs of love, loss, and hope have been magically carried from Voraniss proper all the way to halls of Kenkilit. Woven gifts of the forest, featuring out of season flowers and other promises of spring have been a very popular gift this season.

Kenkilit, the town which houses Voraniss’ highest human population, has been using the cold as an excuse for more… private exchanges of love and affection. The saying, “There are finer ways to stay warm in Kenkilit,” has become a common one. It has been my policy within my halls to, “always cast Aura of Protection.”

The Werewolves have celebrated as they always have; bringing gifts of hunted game to potential mates within their dens, or starting fights with other wolves to show off their combat prowess. Most of the fights are superficial at best, with no real danger involved. Lust can be a powerful motivator but next to the love of the pack, there is no equal.

Where it gets interesting for myself and the other Druids is observing the unlikely pairings within our more prominent members and how they are celebrating. Tulkhan brought Evie to hysterics when he brought her the carcass of a rabbit. He was very confused. Evie is renowned for her love of rabbits and jackalopes. He later made it up to her with a beautiful necklace that he handmade and the two seem more in love than ever. Elowen, my own daughter, has been courted by Asher, one of my most loyal warriors. His efforts to shower her with gifts of flowers and sweets seems to at least humor the Wood Elf, though her people are known for being a bit more direct about their desires, especially the women.

Abounding jokes about who the mayor of a town made of bones is have been running rampant… strong cases were made for both Helkias Blackraven and, the fairest of them all, High Druid Gavin the Green. This particular humor often escapes me for I know of no such place.

Yes, love is in the air in Voraniss. Mogar has even been witnessed tied to a tree with that strange look in his eye. My only fear is Tree-ents with tusks…

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