Mother Like Mine

Briar's curious response did little to cease the endless questions swarming circles around Zephyr's developing brain. While there was little opportunity for the fledgling to explore the world as a newly hatched chick, he was growing quickly and with each day became a little less of a meal to any lingering predators. Each adventure outside the castle was a new one that fed his curiosity and advanced his working knowledge of their world, and he enthusiastically followed her forward towards the next lesson of this new, loud water.

He was hardly able to keep his attention off the path ahead, even as the cedar trees through which they pathed grew tall and thick around them. The colors of the leaves, the shape of the branches, it was another new sight in comparison to the castle and adjoining fields.. but nothing compared to the roar of the water. Zephyr continued forward behind his slender mother as the river came into view, a misty spray at the far end of it. There was a noticeable difference in the quality of the air here, and the fledgling ruffled his feathers instinctively to ensure the protective and partially water-proofed barbs were well aligned.

There were many questions on his beak but he lacked the words to verbalize them, shifting his shoulders as he tried to come up with a logical explanation for the odd mist. "Is it safe?" He landed on eventually, tipping his beak up to the wolf he trusted to keep him in one relative piece. "Why is the water trying to fly?"

"Zephyr"