Buried Moon was the sort of female who got s**t done for Big Bad. The tall lean beast was wry and lithe, built to do any sort of job. However, there was a softer edge that not many knew about the guard. Buried Moon was of course striding through the Crows' territory coming off guard from the River Watch Point into the Pack Heart. She had come up with a thought to suggest to Big Bad; one that showed her softer side for certain.
She had once had a crush on her friend but she knew it wasn't going to be a thing and always settled quite happily for platonic. She wasn't seen probably as a romantic device for Big Bad but she did know he knew she was very romantic. She had only brought to the banquet, her body and small little things for the Cook and sorts. She guarded the banquet and such of course for them. So bringing an event to nullify her lacking gifts sounded good, also more like Buried to suggest something verbally. "Perhaps we could have a Red Day one month.." Her tailswished up at her dear friend. "A day where we all wear red markings that are unique to us. We admit feelings of love; be it familial, romantic or friendship. A week later we will have a White Day, and we wear white dye or another colour to respond to the feelings by using the markings that represented us." She shrugged gently and chuckled up at her large and steady old friend. "Perhaps to select our markings to go with our dye we can paint them on the caves and select them or have others paint their own on the cave walls as long as they are unique from everyone's. When it becomes White Day we will line up the corresponding wolf with their dye marking and list to each wolf who offered words of love. And they will mark the corresponding markings. We wear the markings until they wash out." She tilted her head a little.
"I know the pack may get upset over this but I don't think we're the group that would decline anyone." She hummed lightly and then squinted. "Besides Mudsullied Jackal." Taking note as to how her nephew Milky Way had acted around Sully. She didn't dislike Sully at all, she actually had enjoyed the presence of Sully. She meant what she said and that was Buried Moon's kind of friend. As Big Bad had been to her; never abstaining from the truth with his friend. Even if it was the hard truth. None the less her mind was working herself overtime. "Perhaps we could make the markings anonymous?" She mused back and forth with Big Bad over the idea for a little bit and then nodded lightly as she considered her idea more and more now that it was spoken into the Universe.
"I am sure you'd be covered though. We could offer it up to our bonded packs as a means of spreading the love?" Her eyes beamed in delight.
Nymphiea