Wings and Rain

Their spar and then mud wrestle developed into wiggling and giggling in the mud. The light rain still fell around them, only making the mess all that more soggy, as the earth clung to him, and his wings, and all through his fur.. He was going to be cleaning mud from his ears for a week, he just knew.

The sound of Indigo’s laughter was sweeter than any bird call, and just made Mortis laugh louder. Eventually, he just collapsed besides the purple wolf, his energy spent, and happy little gasps coming from his chest. He spread out his paws, and began to make dirty angels in the mud, flinging the stuff up and down with the motions of his arms. There wasn’t any point trying to stay clean now, he doubted any inch of him was left unmarred.