He waited until she was snug in his ruff, and then carefully pulled himself upright. He lifted his wings a little to both shelter her from the wind, and to create little sides on either side of her as the muscles on his back flexed. Giving her a safe little cocoon to rest in as he walked. She was so small he actually couldn’t feel her weight on his face. She scarcely seemed to way more than a feather.
Speaking of feathers, he plucked a little white down feather and handed it to her with a paw. His lips twitched as he tucked it gently behind one ear. It was almost bigger than she was. “We’re going into the woods. Did you want to… watch birds, chase squirrels, or collect some flowers for your mum?” He asked her, letting her pick the flavour of adventure for the day.
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