Birds the Word

Mortis frowned, peering about the garden in confusion. He was sure he would find the little healer here, so where was he? Mortis yelped in surprise at the voice behind him, whirling around to see Bird, who stood, tail wagging, right there. “Oh gee whizz, I didn’t even hear you!” he said, impressed, looking up at a wolf that wouldn’t be taller than him for long. How had he moved so quietly? Mortis wished he could do that, instead of tripping over his own paws every other step.

“You!” he said in answer to the man's question, the winged-boys own tail beginning to wag behind him. “Wanna play?” he asked, leaning on his forpaws, and dancing to the side in invitation of paying. Once again, he was paying no mind to the poor herbs beneath him.