The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Despite the more somber connotation to at least a portion of the bonfire's festivities, Briar looked forward to the event each year. Always the hostess, she loved having so many wolves visiting and always looked forward to having an excuse for her family and friends to visit. She had hung near the borders for a while, greeting some of their guests as they arrived until she was sure they were nearing the point where Artorias would light the bonfire. She gathered up the branches she had prepared with delicate blooms from the garden and walked over to where the bonfire had been prepared, placing them on the pyre. There was one specifically for her mother, but a few more for all of the wolves they collectively had lost. Even though they were not her family nor was she particularly close to any of them herself, their pack was close knit and the loss was felt through them all regardless. Once they were in place she made a quick round through the crowd, greeting the familiar faces and giving a little affection to each of their children that had decided to come. She left her father for last on purpose so that she could give him a longer hug, giving him a smile before she went to take her place next to Artorias, leaning into him for a moment with a kiss to his cheek. She knew how deeply he felt emotions and how much this event meant to him so she always made sure to be here to support him.

"Briar Carpathius"