Relaxation and food

Wylan was having a blast at the festival. All these new people to meet! Every time he turned around, there was someone New! It was almost overwhelming, but in a good way. He was just taking a breather, and had grabbed a bite to eat before settling in on the grass.

He leaned back on the little sheep companion that had been following him around lately. Using their woolly back as a pillow, while Glacier played in the grass at his side. He wasn’t sure what the polar bear had, he’d only seen a glimpse here and there, but he thought it was a flower they were tugging and munching on.


"Wylan Fatalis"