you become what you hate

Thorn had been planning to go add to his map collection today but even as he’d been rolling up a sheet of Vellum his cardinal flew in the window to tell him about the challenge.  No reason not to combine his mapping with going to see the challenge.  Thorn strapped Stormsong onto his back.  Sucking in his breath he shoved the vellum between fur and scabbard before releasing his breath.  Thorn had added a bit of stitching to the strap of the scabbard, just enough to hold a bit of chalk to use for his drawing on maps.  The large cardinal informed him that some of his family had already left.  Well, he’d see them soon enough.  Thorn rushed down the stairs, and out of the castle.

He got to the battlefield with the fight in progress.  Glancing about, he spotted his family and made his way towards them.  Thorn sat next to Bramble, giving her shoulder a light bump in greeting but remaining respectfully quiet for the fight.  Thorn had seen and sparred in many fights but this one had far more weight to it than those he had watched.  What must it be like to fight to hold the responsibility of running a pack on your shoulders?

His gaze slid to the many other wolves watching the fight, some he knew and some total strangers.  A pack challenge certainly drew in the crowds.  Once the fight was over and the crowd cleared out Thorn would go ahead and add this land to his map collection.  


"Thorn Carpathius"