Arrival of the Guests

             The buzz of excitement was a physical thing that anyone could taste when they entered the Black River Packhouse. People twenty-first, the first day of Yule. People were arriving any minute, and decorating had started. Finishing touches were being put on last-minute foods for the feast. Others were hauling in decorations from deliveries or from the land itself. A tree sat in the Ballroom with boxes of decorations from years past nearby. A table sat beside it with new ornaments the pups of the pack had made earlier in the month. Once the tree’s decorated, beneath the tree would go the Yule presents for tonight.

             There was a contingent of Druids coming tonight, and they were the holy people of the Supernatural world. Druids worked with the magic found within the natural world. These people were Aricka’s family, most of which