The Summer Bonfire

Thorn had put in a typical solid day’s work.  After wrapping up training and patrols he made his way back to his room and took time to polish the leather of his sheath, turning any dullness to a richer deep navy.  After his sheath was looking good Thorn made his way to the baths.  He took time to remove any grass, dirt, or other pieces of earth that had found their way into his coat or between the toes.  

He had just finished drying off as the boy went to the bonfire gathering.  So many wolves were here, more than just the numbers of their own pack.  It had been this way to last year hadn’t it?  It felt so different now that he was no longer a young pup.

Thorn made his way to move through the cluster of wolves, Stormsong slung over his back, a pleasant weight that rarely left him. Family members got friendly grins, tail swishing but eventually, he paused, attention turning to his dad and the bonfire.  It had been a year of learning and adventures, what would happen between now and the next bonfire festival?

"Carpathius Family"