The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Ken was getting pretty good at this, even if he did say so himself. He rolled towards the gathering balanced on the top of a barrel, his cattle dogs keeping the keg on course for the gathering. If the Raider's were coming to a party, they'd at least contribute to the open bar. It was only right.

Nimbly leaping down and righting busying himself with righting the barrel, he kept himself looking busy while he checked out who else was here. An easy smile crossed his face when he spotted his opponent from the raid on Hemlock, and a few wolves he'd spotted on a trip to trade at the Armada with Jael. That guy though, wasn't he from Ethne? What on earth were they doing here? Did they have a death wish?

Calling up his bitches, he sauntered towards his parents, reclining sphynx like alongside his mother, making it look like he was leaning in to kiss her cheek while he barely canted his head for his dad to check it out. It could have been mistaken for a deep ear itch, only further sold by the tightening of his lips and a rear paw lifted to scratch behind his ear. Playing the part of young and dumb he even made a show of quickly licking his balls before righting himself. Let them write him off.

Kenway rose to his paws and stretched, a flick of his tail sending his girls after his younger siblings. He'd be on babysitting duty tonight, no doubt about it.

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