Whatca Ya Doin'?

Thorn bobbed his head, “Embershard, that’s his sword.”  Thorned turned towards the west, starting off at a walk.  The pup was starting to feel he was getting worldly experience with several days of freedom to explore.  The scent of autumn that apparently didn’t belong was pleasant even if abnormal.  The bugs were lively and he loved it.  Who wouldn’t?  It was fun jumping on a cluster and watching them all leap away.  

“Oh, I’m Thorn by the way.” Had she known that?  Maybe, most everyone in the castle knew who they were but she was a guest so better to hand it out just in case.  As they got closer to the ocean the wind picked up a bit.  Once they got to the end of the grass with the beach before them the salt could easily be smelled on the wind.  “Check that out!”

Thorn jogged down towards the sandy beach, “there’s fun stuff to find on the beach if you look around also.”

"Thorn Carpathius"