little bird

His pounce landed much more successfully then he had expected. She jumped under his touch, and for a moment he thought me might have hurt her. His heart leaped upwards in worry, and then she was rolling with the momentum, rolling until her back was against the earth and her paws in the ear. He saw her smile.

He collapsed onto her, wings spreading out either side of him. He kept some of his weight on his paws. She might be mumma, but he didn’t fit curled up on her tummy anymore. He wiggled closer, tail swishing behind him, and kissed the paw that covered her eyes. “No vulture would dare, mother deer.” he promised, giving her beautiful antlers a small flick with his paw. “You would skewer them. Or puppa would rip out their intestines, and vow to end their bloodline. Or… something equally as terrifying.” he grinned at her.