Samhain - Son of The Big Bad Wolf

Through the winding paths of Carterhaugh Through the winding paths of Carterhaugh, Where whispers ride the winds in awe, Dwells the wolf with eyes like flame, Who knows each traveler’s face and name. If you wish to cross his glade, Bring an offering, duly paid— A trinket bright, a tune, a rhyme, A tale well-told, or vintage wine. Maidens heed this truth the wise all know— He claims what's pure when gifts don’t show. He’ll claim what’s his without a flaw, Deep in the woods of Carterhaugh

~The Warning of forest of Carterhaugh

Samhain, yawned as he sat under the tree. He had been waiting there all day watching for travelers to pass, seeing if they paid tribute. He didn’t understand how Dad, The Big Bad Wolf, could do this all day. It was so boring and despite what the old warning said it was just a silly superstitious tradition that his dad now is forcing him to take part in.

Samhain’s ears twitched as he heard footsteps and he sat up. Someone was finally coming. Getting up he stood there puzzled. His father never told him what to do besides they must pay tribute. He never mentioned how they were supposed to pay. Do they leave it somewhere or do they give it to him directly?

Shrugging Samhain walked onto the path standing in the middle of it. His arms crossed, standing tall and straight trying his best to intimidate his father’s imposing demeanor and aura.

“Halt Traveler!” He growled trying to make his voice sound deep. “Any one who wants safe passage through these woods must pay a toll.”