Warren went to her and gently took hold of the box. He sat on the bed making the springs creak. Inside the box was an old pocket knife, a bronze locket and a small wooden carving of a wolf. He picked up the locket and rubbed it with his thumb as his eyes clouded with tears and memories.<br/><br/>"This was my mothers. She gave it to me when I turned 16. Back in those days that was the age you became a man....." His voice held a lot of emotion as he looked at the locket. He put it back and picked up the knife. "My father gave me this. It was for my birthday that same year....... I used it to carve this...." He picked up the wolf. "I carved this and was saving it to give to my sister when she was to be born....." The tears slipped from his eyes.