Wings and Rain

He looked up at Indigo, and recognised his shoulder as a helping hand. With a deep sigh, the pup pulled himself from the mud with a great ‘plop!’ as his wings suctioned free. He almost fell into his brother, and together they managed to find their balance. “Guess not” he agreed. “ How am I going to clean these wings? I can never reach every spot of them” he complained. Wondering if he was going to be dragging mud into the den for the next week - or at least until Zee caught him.

He gave his body a great big shake, splattering mud every which way, and getting a good decent amount on his brother, too. “Wanna head to the stream?” he suggested