Someplace new to make something new

Ezra had some good points on the porcupine quills and Thorn had to ponder those.  His first thought was how cool it would be to have a porcupine for a pet but as he imagined it there were flaws in that concept.  A pet that could hurt you on accident just for being close probably was a bad option. “If you get near a porcupine and it likes you, can it like, choose not to let go of the spines?  Like does it really jab you or is it more like you get yourself jabbed?” It probably wasn’t worth it as Thorn considered it more.

His gaze swept the ground curiously for other ideas of a pet of his own.  Mom and dad had pets and the idea suddenly came to Thorn that he should have pets also.  Mom and dad would let him right?  If they thought it made him safer then surely they would?  Thorn wanted something big and intimidating.

“Thanks,” Thorn offered Ezra when he helped with the vines. Once the branch cross guard was in a position Thorn thought was best the boy started trying to wrap the vines around it.  The very first thing that happened was cross guard rolling off when Thorn's paw bumped it.  It got a glare for daring to not stay still but the boy picked it back up and worked at it again.  Slowly the vines got wrapped around and the branch stayed where he wanted it.

There was a lot more vine than it turned out he needed.  It wrapped around both sticks over and over till it was relatively fat, just in case.  His gaze swept around looking at the autumn leaves, wondering if they’d help it look cooler but, they probably wouldn’t work in the end.  His eyes glanced down, noticing circular prints in the ground that seemed pretty similar and kept to a pattern a short ways off. “Hey, Ezra, is that from some sort of animal?  It doesn’t look like paws though.”  The prints of some deer or deer-like creature were new to the boy that he hadn’t seen in the plains but maybe they were just hidden better?

Ezra didn’t even use the antlers?  “You should use them!  Dad and I have to hold swords in our mouth but it seems like you get to just carry them around on your head.  I mean, they aren’t exactly the same but, kinda similar?  I mean you could make them sharper right?  Would it hurt to sharpen them?”  Thorn imagined just scratching off the blunt part of the antlers so they were sharp as blades on the ends.  Why not?  

"Thorn Carpathius"