One amongst many

The young knight strapped his sword across his shoulders, and messed with his fur a little until he felt it fell nicely across his frame. It wasn't often that he got to see wolves outside of his pack and family in the Hallows. He'd been a little secluded of late, and that was starting to scratch at him. Maybe this would do him a little good.


He trotted from the castle and out into the Starlit Plains. Already he could see wolves arriving. Settling up little camps and mingling. For a moment his resolve wavered… when had he turned shy? That damn worm had done more than leave him a burn scar to remember it by.


No, he could do this. He would do this. He trotted forward to where these strangers could reach him. Casting about with eyes, looking for someone not too intimidating to start with.



"Ciaran Carpathius"