Not like the others

She grimaced at his words, a small pout on her lips. “I know I’ve tried twice already” she partly explained and partly complained. The tiny crippled wolf was more determined than the rising sun to defeat Azure. Whether or not she ever achieved that would have to be seen.

She could tell Art had leaned in close by the way his voice pitched and was suddenly closer to her. She looked in the general direction she assumed his face to be. And just like that, Art became a god in her book. She started to lower her blindfold, trying to get a look at the awesome wolf before her, but a hint of light bounding into her crystals from the small opening reminded her why that was a bad idea. She winced, and gave up the attempt. “Really!” she gasped. “How??”

"Kite"