Whatca Ya Doin'?

Thorn had spent plenty of time in their room looking at where his dad kept embershard.  Someday Thorn imagined he would be an amazing warrior with a fancy weapon also.  Dad’s sword looked awesome and Thorn dreamed up one just like that or other various versions that might look cool to wield and slay his foes.  In Thorn’s puppy mind the notion of slaying still ended with more of his victorious over an enemy versus the reality of death.

For today, Thorn had been roaming the plains with a long stick in his mouth.  Sometimes he held it in the middle, whacking the air with both ends, and other points he held it more like he imagined dad wielded his sword.  Swinging his stick sword wide he spotted something coming towards him and tilted his head to show off his mighty stick in warning.

This was one of the pups that had shown up before, one of his relatives that didn’t live close.  Did dad have a way to talk well when the sword was in his mouth?  Thorn always ended up talking funny if he tried to hold a stick and talk.  Lowering his weapon to the ground Thorn responded, “Hi!  I’m exploring,” after a second he added, “and training.  How about you?”


"Thorn Carpathius"