The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 18)

Thorn had thought of running off and away from mom early as several of his siblings had already done but he decided to go to the festival right at his mom’s side.  The boy proudly carried his wooden sword.  There was hardly a moment in the day that he roamed where that sword wasn’t found with him.  He’d become a great swordswolf and he refused to let anything stand in his way.  If that meant the wooden sword stay glued to him at all times then so be it!

While he did stay with mom his eyes were bright with excitement looking at all the wolves that milled about in the area.  Mom made her way to where dad sat, along with a couple of other wolves and Thorn looked curiously towards Sierra who appeared older than him by confirmation and sent but she sure was small.

After a moment Thorn put his sword down, a protective paw on top of it. “Hi dad!” he greeted his father then looked to Sierra, “Hi, I’m Thorn.”  He didn’t say ‘who are you’ just in case he was supposed to know her and had forgotten but, it wasn’t coming to him right now.  She sure knew dad though.

"Thorn Carpathius"