Under my control

Sota found Thorn’s comment of sleeping in a bunch of sticks and Thorn grinned, something of the other wolf laughing just making it seem the thing to do.  Thorns' interest in sticks up to this point had been trying to make a good fake sword so it was practically like looking at the beaver's house as a house of potential sword materials.  What a way to sleep!  Personally, Thorn much preferred his home in the castle.  He doubted the beavers had a bed as they did.  

Then Sota dropped the bomb that they weren’t all that likely to see during the day. The boy's tail drooped a bit until Sota added the next part.  Come back out again and at night?  “We should definitely do that!   Night trip would be great.” Sota had just climbed up higher in Thorn's view on great adults.  Those ready to take him out so he could explore were awesome and the offer to go out at night was even better, especially to see some animal that was hard to find in the light.  This was great!

Thorn followed Sota, gaze shifting between him and the water, noticing how the beaver dam really did seem to limit the water that was able to get by.  That was interesting.  Why did they need to stop so much of the water?  Did they really need their home to take up so much space, and why not have it more on land?  “Sota, why do they want their house on the water?  They just like the water to be right there?”

Sota found a spot he felt like they could cross and Thorn, who was quite happy and excitable wasted no time in taking the lead when offered.  Thorn ran straight to the rocks and looked as if it was about to continue with a full-force wild run of puppy energy but at the last moment, he stopped.  Thorn thought back on earlier, promising not to go in the water.  Sure, he wasn’t breaking that promise but it was obvious Sota worried about him and the water.  The boy looked at the rocks, wanting to rush through them but it’d probably stress out Sota.  He was being real nice and offered future fun times.  

Thorn pushed down the wild energy that wanted to drive him on.  If he wanted to get more trips out he needed adults to feel they could trust him.  The boy took his time, carefully using the rocks to cross the water.  Hopping in the water really, really did sound fun though.  Self-control was a hard thing but he made it across the water just to turn back and follow the shoreline back the way they had come, hoping for some sign of beavers.  His stride was faster now, there was only so much any kid could stay calm. "Let's go Sota!"

"Thorn Carpathius"