The Summer Bonfire

Tamsyn was throughly enjoying being back in the pack on a more permanent basis for many reasons, but being able to be here more readily for events like the bonfire was definitely something she was appreciative of. She, of course, always made the time and made sure she was here for these things and to support Artorias in all his endeavors for the pack, but it was nice to be able to just step out of their den and be there rather than having to make the trip. She had been meandering around the area and lending a paw for her son whenever there was something that she was suited for. She was actually on her way back with another bundle of kindling when she heard his summoning howl for the rest of the pack to gather for the bonfire. By the time she made it back across the plains from the near by grove quite a few wolves had clustered together in the open stretch of land around the large pile of wood–some more familiar to her than others. She had of course gotten very familiar with her various grandchildren, but some of the other faces were less familiar. Regardless, all of the wolves of The Hallows were family to her as far as she was concerned.

After she had dropped off the bundle of kindling she had gathered, she began to look around to see who she might sit by for the lighting, and her gaze landed on Bowen that had separated herself from the others. She knew her daughter had been under the weather, but she wasn't about to let her girl spend the bonfire alone just because of some sniffles. She went right over to join her, but by the time she made it there she saw that Elowen had also come over to join her. She gave her granddaughter a playful nuzzle on the top of her head before giving Bowen a loving smile and nosing her cheek gently as she laid down beside her. "Hope this seat isn't taken," she joked before looking out toward where Artorias and Briar were sitting near the soon to be lit fire.

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley