braying jackass

With a yawn Valentine flopped down beside one of the forest's huge trees. He'd decided that he needed to get out more. The thing with old folks was that they tended to sit still and fossilize, and then it was all downhill from there. If you didn't use it you lost it and Valentine hated losing in any context. He was not going to become a shriveled husk of a man. There was going to be no "the man he used to be" versus "the man he is now". That goal was what motivated him to attend the festival.

What motivated him to lay where he was now was his love of people watching. So far he hadn't been keen on participating in any of the offered events but boy did he love the shit out of watching them. It looked like the wolves were preparing for some kind of fight tourney and to say he was ready for it was an understatement. He was hoping some of his family would show so he would have someone fun to spectate with.