Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Sparrow followed her dad to the festival. She bet she could win something cool at this one too. Her paws were sore from the travel, but had mostly stopped aching. Oddly enough, her claws had started to fall out. She decided not to tell anyone about it. Maybe it was like how your teeth fell out and then grew back stronger. At least she hoped. She didn't wanna be a clawless freak for the rest of her life.

When she was turned loose more or less at the festival, she immediately spotted the winged wolf. Another pup was questioning him, but Sparrow wasn't going to hold back. "Mister, are you named after a bird? I'm named after one! Think I'll grow wings too?"