Mother Like Mine

Zephyrus paid close attention to his mother's explanation, continually awed by the ease in which the learned wolf could explain each new concept in a way that was easy for him to understand. Briar's encouragement to remain careful nearby the fast-moving water made sense, and he nodded solemnly. "I'll be careful." He swore, lifting his fledging wing to his chest in a promise. While he enjoyed new experiences greatly, Zephyr found much more curiosity in the sky than in the water. Artorias had promised to teach him someday to swim, but the raptor chick did not feel the need to rush it.

The nearer they got, the louder the waterfall roared. The spray of mist was an odd sensation on his feathered face, but not an uncomfortable one. His third eyelids drew down across his eyes naturally against the droplets as they pressed forward, giving a cautious hop up toward the stones that bordered the base of the falls. "Will it go away, when the water runs out?" Zephyr questioned once more, blinking against the humidity and mist. He peeped in alarm suddenly. "Will our stream go away?" Within his chest the chick's heart pounded harder, imagining the path the fast-moving water was supposedly taking. If it was running so fast, would not the source of the water eventually dwindle to nothing, stuck at the base of the falls forever?

"Zephyr"