“I heard the traditions of Winter are quite strict about mates, is that true?” asked a woman wearing white rabbit ears.
Granger looked at her and nodded.
The welcome at Spring had been an all-day event— they had games, small parties, a large party, dancing, eating, and so much more. He wasn’t sure if he was visiting a pack or an amusement park.
Looking around, the members of Spring wore costumes of different animals, both real and imagined. The woman in front of him wore her bunny ear and a short white dress, complete with a cotton tail.
“What kinds of traditions?” yawned the man beside her, he wore smaller ears, brown, and a red bowtie.
Granger had yet to figure out what he was supposed to be.
“We cannot marry before both mates have reached the first full moon after their eighteenth year,” Granger answered, thinking of Ashleigh, wondering what she was doing now.
“Oh my, so if you find your mate before then, you can’t mark each other?” the rabbit asked.
