The Summer Bonfire Festival

Rudyard was late but it wasn’t his fault!  He shouldn’t be all that late yet, this would be called fashionably late?  He had chosen to hunt before the party started and he’d made sure there was plenty of time.  Days of no rain but of course Rudy had found the muddiest spots to splash through somehow while chasing the deer.  The shade of trees refused to let the mud dry fast enough and Rudy hadn’t felt going to a party coated from the chest down in mud the best way to show up.

It had meant a quick swim and some fast bit of plucking off med before he was finally clean enough to run to the party.  How many would have noticed he was ‘fashionably late?'  Probably Fern, she’d be there waiting for him after all.  The rest of his family had enough to do chatting with themselves and the rest of the pack, hopefully.  Oh well, it probably wouldn’t surprise anyone either.

Rudy slowed before he came into sight, a casual relaxed walk and not that of someone rushing in a guilty hurry.  His fur from chest down wasn’t soaked but it was still damp.  Rudy spotted Fern in the back around and moved silently up behind her with a wicked grin but, they weren’t alone.  Rudy hadn’t started any surprise pounces on her and while it sounded like a fun way to start things off they were at a party.  The motley wolf settled for pushing his shoulder into hers and a fast rub of his head into her chest.  The latter meant affectionally but also his head was still itching like crazy but he’d pretend it was just for affection.

Glancing ahead of Fern he grinned to the different members of his family as he spotted them, “Let’s go closer to the front, hm?” Rudy wasn’t much of one to stay at the back part of a crowd!

"Rudyard & Fern"