Tale Weaver Feast

Kione wasn’t one to miss out on a bunch of fun!  The painted wolf with his large ears, shorter coat of bright colors, and long legs could stand out on looks alone but when he laughed it was like someone had set loose a bunch of birds chirping that seemed good at catching attention as well.

He had thought to share a story of his distant past when he’d lived with his own family.  The bitter-sweet memory did not belong at this party though so he would have to come up with something else.  Perhaps tales of the souls stuck in the sky?  That might work.

The wild dog headed to the food, prancing along and snagging himself a tasty-looking piece of meat. His gaze swept around, spotting various members of his family and the strangers that also had shown up to share in the merriment.  Life was good.

"Kione"