Sun Mote Copse broken bottles arranged to make tea

Primrose was unaware of his secret admirer until it was too late.

In a quick flash a lone streak of auburn stole his attention and down, down, down went his creation he worked so hard on. Yelping as waves of leaves washed over him, the pale was boy was drowned out from seeing the purp until he hazily popped his head from out of the now silently still debris.

With sweet brown eyes wide of saucers, the young boy stared owlishly at the unknown wolf with mouth wide. Kingslend? Here? Now? The boy shook at the realization that not only had his hard work been destroyed and he was unable to enjoy it, but worse! It was ruined by a Kingslend wolf. Eyes welling up in tears, the boy stood still as fat droplets slid down his cheeks, and in a fit of tears he screamed.

Loud.

For all of Firebirds to hear.