He had been thrilled to be asked by his father to come to this event! He had followed and been thrilled at the prospect of singing for all the wolves. He, his mother and father had arrived early so that they might find the best spot to make their platform in the valley without interrupting so. They would have breaks now and then of their ballads and songs, though unlike his father Sparrow had a harder time holding still during the singing. He had a wonderful singing voice, just as his father did, but he also did something many might have found odd up until today!

Dancing!

The young boy spun and jumped but he continued singing for the full moon that was slowly coming above the trees. Finally though a break had happened. He was panting heavily, but even then he still found his paws trotting lightly around the valley looking at all the guests wondering if they had been enjoying his and his father’s songs. He knew they had a talent that was rarely used, but when it was it seemed it was appreciated. Last they had sung and danced together also had been in Taviora. Though they were the only talent act that had come they enjoyed singing about the old lands of Moladion.

Right now though Sparrow just made his way around the area, enjoying the sights and sounds of all the chatter of wolves. He was a social butterfly. Maybe it was because he used to be a prince or maybe because it was simply how he was period. He traveled alone for about a year as well, and that had probably been some of the loneliest most dismal times of his life, but best times he ever had exploring the lands and learning about other tales of brave wolves or beasts out there.

Quickly grabbing up a deer haunch he then settled himself on the edge of the festivities, nibbling away and just relaxing, watching and waiting for his little break to end.