Anna and Scott
Anna had been kind of keeping everyone at arm's length after the whole mess, she didn't want to step on toes or hurt people. She'd wished Thor and Sigrun a happy birthday but otherwise she'd been scarce lately, working a lot to try to quell something that made her uneasy. She didn't want to intrude on Scott and everyone. There was much to do and she needed to let it happen as it would.
She felt weird, being alone in the world. She had no pack ties to lean on, and the full moon had felt nice, but she felt wrong too. She shook it off though because she'd agreed to meet Scott for the Festival and she was excited. She realized that she really did miss seeing him more often and had grown pretty attached to him nonetheless. She was in a loose red cardigan over a plaid short dress and black ankle boots. She was standing listening to the music, Ciri's piece - the celtic sounding one - singing quietly along. Her voice was sweet, soft and it radiated peace as she sang. She had opted to not perform, she wasn't sure if she could manage it, but she couldn't help singing either.
She was so engrossed she didn't hear him arrive until he was at her side.