The Summer Bonfire

The young boy had been hearing about the bonfire for a few weeks now, and with it increased his excitement and trepidation. Still nervous about leaving the castle it wasn’t too difficult to follow the rest of the pack out towards the place where his father would eventually light the fire. He’d found his mother’s trail the most easily and waddled along behind her as she left the castle and unwittingly led the boy where he belonged. Silas didn’t have anything to offer in remembrance, he didn’t know the wolves his parents mourned. Though he knew who they were, and did his best to feel for his parent’s loss. The boy just didn’t fully understand.

He tilted his head curiously as he watched his mom return to Artorias and the boy made his way to sit with the two of them. His bright eyes taking in the new sights, he still hadn’t done much exploring of the Hallowed land, but he had plans to. So being brave now would help him in the future.

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