Bel TIne a Wolfkin party

The sky above was gray and overcast, Gritting his teeth Nightsfire was determined to have fun. Tossing his dagger in the air he caught sight of Loerlai.

“You think you can catch it woman?”

He knew she could light she had the best hands of anyone he had ever seen. Other than Owen that was. His thoughts turned to another time when the man had tried to kill him.

“Perhaps it is tempered, perhaps the demons are at bay” Nightsfire muttered under his breath.

The Wolfkin were celebrating Bel TIne, a party he hoped would dispel any demons and signal new beginnings and new alliances.

A huge bon fire filed the square by the inn and the Wolfkin began to gather. “Light let this be a joyful event.