Pitter-Patter Of Puppy Paws

Thorn wasn’t done working on his map-making and, he was actually getting better at it.  With a roll of paper in his mouth he jogged along the hallway, eyes shifting from one end to another.  Thorn had it in his mind to map out this floor but the farther he went down it the more Thorn realized it looked an awful lot like the third floor.  Was the only difference going to be who was in each room?  

Thorn looked about the doors now as he moved curiously.  Was he going to need to figure out who stayed in which rooms?  There were various scents that were stronger here but not of wolves he knew well enough to recognize.  The one scent he knew best was Ezra’s so the boy thought of following it but discarded the notion when he spotted another wolf.
Who was she? She greeted Thorn and he was about to reply but a moment of realization flashed across his face and he put the map down first. “Hi,” a friendly tail wag given, “I’m Thorn” The boy said it not knowing if it was necessary or not.  There were certainly more wolves who knew his name than he knew of theirs.

“Which room do you live in?” It might seem a strange question out of nowhere but Thorn imagined he might as well start figuring out who lived where now.  Maybe she knew who was in all the rooms?  Hmm.  What did she do here?  Everyone had a job.  Did she have one of the cool jobs?

"Thorn Carpathius"