Zion had taken an interest in birds, so it was in the early hours of the morning that he carefully bundled her out of the den and into the dark pre-sunrise world. “Now, you need to be very, very quiet, alright?” He whispered to Zion, before hoisting her gently onto his back. Nestled there between his wings, he took off at a light trott. Taking them far enough away from the family den that the animals here felt a little braver.
Even as he walked, the sunrise began on the horizon. A blend of burnt tones began to chase away the dark, and the world around them came to life. Namely in the form of birds, which began to shuffle about and sing. “Do you see that one, that’s a Robin” he whispered to the little puppy nestled on his back.
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