Stop me if you heard this one: I have been sent to some dumb party. Now I'm stuck here with some little rich colt who just doesn’t shuts up, his dad giving me some looks and I apparently need to make a good impression on both of them so I can try and win some competition I didn’t even put myself in for. And then there’s some grey filly crying in the bathroom for some reason. It’s going to be a miracle to make me happy about this!
Good thing it’s Hearth’s Warming Eve… miracles happen on Hearth’s Warming Eve, right?
I hope so… My name is Woundsalt.

This is a Christmas story prequel thing for my original series on this site. You might want to check out the OG before reading. Just sayin’.
And a humongous thank you to Midnight Sonare for this cover and to all the folks who somehow gave Woundsalt a whole lotta love this year!