puppy fever

Thorn had found himself a few sticks and was gnawing on the end of one of them, trying to make it a pointy end without fully destroying the stick.  Plenty of spliced pieces showed what had happened to two other sticks he’d tried gnawing into what his mind imagined.

He had found himself a nice spot in the great hall, his back facing the great fire and his head turned to face the door to keep an eye out for anything that might be even more interesting than stick chewing. Small ears heard a sound coming in his direction and the gnawing stopped as he focused on the door.  Grabbing his stick, which looked mostly like a stick with a moister splintered end, and peeked his head out the door.

“Brothe’?” Thorn questioned the sight of the big bird.  He knew Zeph in the sense of seeing and knowing he was family but he hadn’t spent any real time with his older sibling before.  After a second he dropped the stick, curious about his winged sibling.  Moving forward with his neck stretched out, “Wowwww, you really are big ya know.” Now, standing close to him with full focus it became apparent. “How come you only got two legs? And What’s that?” A paw gets waved at the ball Thorn spotted cupped in the wing.  

Thorn wasn’t sure what he was more curious in, his brother or the thing he had.  “Gosh, I bet you can see really far away being that tall.  Gotta be hard to run fast with only two legs though.” His eyes roamed from Zeph’s face to talk to, his body for interest, and the fuzzy ball with another bit of curiosity.  Focusing on any one part was too difficult.

"Thorn Carpathius"