Firefly Festival: The Starting Line

There were too many wolves. The youth would look at the festival grounds from afar hesitantly. He’d been told that this would be a good place to come to…but…with so many around the chances of him getting snatched were much higher. Perhaps if he started a fight…he could be protected? Fights were against the rules if he remembered right… Feeling a bit more confident he would slink forward towards the festival grounds and towards a massive gathering of wolves. Big wolves, small wolves, giant wolves, tiny wolves…wolves of all size and age seemed to be here. Nervously, he would settle at the edge of the starting line, shaking out his fur with anxiety as he waited for the race to begin. Glancing around he would note the stance many took and would find his own comfortable twist on the stance and wait at the ready. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if he won and beat these older wolves?