Firefly Festival: The Starting Line

Shedding his pack Álarr moved to the starting line. All these adults here were making him feel super short! He wasn't really expecting to win but he was curious to see how well he'd stack up against the other contestants, pups and adults alike. Brynhildr nuzzled him with her ivory beak. "Good luck, do your best!" She flew up into a nearby tree to watch. Afi watched her go, golden eyes glittering before he turned back to his charge. "Don't fall on your face and remember that your ass should stay behind you, don't let it go flipping over your head."

Álarr scowled at the cat but he knew not to take the feline's words too seriously. This was close to affection from the grumpy, little beast.