Fly Me to the Moon

She was so fearless. It was something he would do anything to keep untainted. He was so afraid of accidentally squishing her and leaving mental scars of clumsy winged boys. She climbed over his paw while he held carefully still. She wiggled herself into place between his paws, and it symbolized how much bigger he was than her.

What did one even do with something as tiny as Satira? Truly. One deep breath from him would flatten her. “Is it?” he asked, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His inability to fly had definitely caused him some trouble in life. He had always tried not to look too hard into what it would be like - to know how close he was, and to be falling short.

“Uhhhh….” He said articulately. His big mouth, it seemed, had gotten him into some trouble. “I have these long claws that come in handy with climbing. I have an old tree house near the edge of the territory” he explained, unable to lie to the wee thing. He wondered if that tree house still stood. How long had it been since he had been there last?

"Mortis Fatalis"