Don't Cry Snowman

“Nonsense, in fact in my father’s pack there were festivals specifically for children.” He said with a kind grin. He remembered that day well; blindfolding a then young Astraios and leading him to the small island where the festivities were to occur. That had been just before his father’s disappearance, just before everything in his life had taken a turn for the worse.

“Maybe I should have a festival like that too. What do you think?” He asked, smiling proudly down at the child that wasn’t even his. He saw great things in the boy, and with Erövrare’s structure it wasn’t impossible for him to take on leadership, if Astraios selected him…Or if he challenged Astraios for the title. He put the thought aside for now, children needed encouragement and he wasn’t about to bring the boy down so soon. “If you had to make a festival of your very own, just for pups, what would you want it to be like?”