A festival was always a pleasant sight, full of people and colours, children playing and merchant selling. This one  keep on well with the tradition, a thing that Isakar can really appreciate, yet he really like that the seller could avoid shouting out so loudly how their stuff are good, but it couldn’t be helped he think.<br/>He give a deep breath savouring the mix of scents in the air and trying to relax his muscle a bit, sometimes even he can’t stand to be always on alert.<br/>Smirking he look at the people crowding along the stalls, enjoying the sight of the ladies and even with the new moon soothing the beast in him the need for a mate tickle his desire since he had experienced being alone for long, something Wolf (and he suspect Human too) aren’t made for.<br/>Ah well, grim thought aren’t good for a festival, a good pint of ale could done right and if I got some luck he could caught some rebels red handed and report them to the Omega.<br/>