The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Silas was quite comfortable now that he was home once more, he couldn't have been more grateful for the gift his father and mother presented him at his birthday. The compass was always on his wrtist, no matter where he was the way home was obvious. Now that he felt more comfortable with his ability the more likely he was to be out exploring. There was a whole world to be seen and the young Carpathius had shed his child like timidity.

He made his way to the bonfire now, eyes flitring to all of the guests and wolves he was not acquainted with. For so long now he was much more possesed to explore the lands around them than his own kind. Unlike his father Silas did not have the charisma of a leader. He could barely find the gumption to speak to a stranger. He had always looked up to his sire but had far from made it to the same level. He was comforted that he wasn't expected to follow so closely in his father's paw steps, but that didn't mean he didn't consistently feel a failure.

He gave a nod and smile to his mother and father before taking his place, shyly awaiting the event to begin.