Chapter 1

Stolas hadn't been sure what to expect coming to the carnival with his family. His fathers had described it as a large festival where wolves of all types and walks of life could attend to have fun, and while it sounded entertaining in premise, the young lord didn't know how he felt about the massive amount of wolves and other creatures all over the place. He was usually a much more reserved child, interested in his own learning and exploration, and suddenly being surrounded by so many strangers that were bigger than him, he felt more than a little out of place. After playing a game with his sister, Stolas had asked to go somewhere quiet, and Plague had sent the boy off to a more quiet part of the carnival with one of his snow leopards to keep an eye on him.

From his resting place beneath a large oak tree, Stolas quietly nibbled on a piece of some sort of fried dough. It was tasty and sweet, and he found he quite liked it! It also afforded him some reprieve to allow himself to recharge before he tried to go into another group social event with his family. Graphite gray eyes studied all the creatures perusing the carnival, people watching off to the side while he ate his snack and quietly wondering about each wolf or other animal he saw. He came up with little scenarios in his head of who they were, what they were doing here, and other little tidbits about the lives he made up for them, entertaining himself with his little game.