Pitter-Patter Of Puppy Paws

Thorn liked it when Memento got down a bit more to be on his height.  It just meant not having to tilt his own head up so much.  There was a bit of charcoal inside the rolled-up paper and if he wasn’t careful with his head and neck it would slide out at points. “Memento then! Hi! Uh, or do you prefer Mori?”

Even as Memento ask she’d get to learn what his paper was for as he unrolled his map.  A large square framed the paper.  It was made up of lots of little lines connected together.  It certainly wasn’t a perfectly straight line yet his skills were definitely getting better with the charcoal.  He had to carefully pick it up in his teeth to place it between two paws, then one paw was used to help cradle it in place against the one paw.  It took a bit of work but Thorn was getting faster at it.
“Ok, so if these are the stairs,” Thorn made two diagonal slashes on one of the lines to indicate the stairs.  “And we are here,” Thorn didn’t draw this time, merely pointing to a spot on the map that was further down the same border.  “Then your room is,” and the charcoal made two little boxes, placing the charcoal over the latter, “this one then?”  Even if he got it right though, how would he mark it as one wolf versus another? It’s not like he could be that detailed on the map at this point.  

The boy stared at Memento, not just to get the answer but to decide what trait he’d use to try and draw some symbol to match for her.  “I’m working on making a map.  See I decided I’m gonna be a great fighter and travel all the land making maps and slaying,” a pause, “anything that needs slaying.”  Puppy insight.  He’d become a great fighter but he wasn’t sure who all the enemies were just yet.  He’d win though!

"Thorn Carpathius"