Sparky

Lore

Sparky’s legs are short. His list of places to check is not. At Frostspring, this means he gets an early start.

The little black-and-tan prince patrols beneath rose hedges and through low passages. His tiny crimson cape leaves his paws free. Medals recall rats, badgers, and exactly one troublesome squirrel. He sees no reason to round the squirrel up to a more impressive number.

Lady, Ginger, and Dusty know his bark before he appears. Dallas watches the outer streets while Sparky searches the gaps. A large guardian can hold a gate. A small guardian can find out what has crawled underneath it. Both jobs are needed.

When the patrol ends, he fits beside his siblings at the hearth. The mountains outside are old and enormous. They contain a remarkable number of narrow spaces. Sparky yawns. At last, an enormous thing has demonstrated some appreciation for his qualifications.