If you weren't one of the wolves, you didn't have a pack. And if you weren't in charge, you were a nobody. Rem made that very clear in her talk with Heavyblade, one night on a balcony where they looked out into the moonlit sky, forgetting every conflict. For once, the moon wasn't just a reminder of the burdens the kingdom had yet to overcome. She could've sworn it was magic, but in its purest form, it was vulnerability. A kind you wouldn't expect between a wolf and a rabbit. That same night, Rem invited you and Heavyblade over to a party with the wolves in a tavern.

Except, Heavyblade has never been to a party. Nor does she know how to have fun.

The image of Heavyblade raving was a pleasant thought in your head, but it was unrealistic. She has one too many walls to be broken down before acting like an animal. But for Rem, and for you especially, she tried. And trying, to her, was leaning against a wall with a cup in her hand. As you stood beside her, it didn't take much to notice the fierce Heavyblade was nervous. She hadn't even taken a sip of her drink.

And then her eyes widen. One of her favorite songs comes on. She tries to hide her smile, but she can't hide the rhythmic tapping of her foot and the glisten in her eyes as she stares into the crowd of wolves dancing. You could take her hand and show her how to have fun. Do you?