little bird

*Mortis* · 08-08-2020, 09:49 PM

He found the form of his mother, following his scent to the borders that ran along the Weeping woods. He crouched down further, watching her approach. His butt gave a little wiggle, but he was experienced enough now that it didn’t toss his balance. He waited until she was closer.

He thought she might have looked up for a moment, but she showed no signs of spotting him, and he knew he was safe. Just a little closer… her smaller form was passing beneath him. She looked confused, knowing his scent was here, but no sign of him. He stifled a soft laugh, “Huzzah!” he yelled, leaping from the branches and falling just beside her rump. His wings flared for balance, and his knees bent to take the impact. They went down, absorbing it, and then up again. Launching him forward as he (gently) tackled her backside. She might be his mother, but he was still aware that she was a smaller wolf then he.

"Mortis"

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