Chapter 16 Tales Of The Bard As The Sun Sets

• The sun set south and it felt like a perfect end to the vibrant day of the pack’s celebration. The wolves went back to their shops, busying themselves with the routine of closing their designated businesses. The pack was both satisfied and weary from both the dance and the food and booze they stuffed all day long.
• Their earlier stares were no longer my worries as I was distracted from the stories this man, Kozart, was telling me while we were sitting under the oak tree.
• All his adventures were nothing but fascinating in my ears. Like I reverted back to my childhood of hearing Father Gossep each night with his exaggerated stories of his youth.