Bring On The Wonder

He laughed suddenly at her words. "I'm telling the others you said that" he teased. He judged her gently, looking at her over the fur of her neck. "You put enough words together in the right order. I think you wise." He said softly, nestling head against her coat again. She was a wonderful Auntie. A confident with whom he could share his worries. She smelled like earth and flowers and feathers. She smelled like home just as mother as his mother and father did. She might have missed the first few seasons of his life, but he knew now she was here to stay.

She began to sing, and he closed his eyes, listening, to the soft sound of it. He felt accelted, and loved. No expectations, no wondering if he would be a worthy leader from the wolf next to him. No frowns over the way he acts. Just acceptance, and love. His eyes stayed closed, nestled on the soft grassy floor. He knew they were being watched over. The keen eyes of a wise old owl ensured their safety. Not that anyone could get to his little Meadow, hidden benearh his wing.