Flying Lessons

Oh how happy she was that winter was over! It was ironic, of course, given that it was her namesake, but she was so happy to feel it getting less cold. The cold was all she had really known since she had never been to all of the warmer places she had heard about in stories, but she knew what she at least knew it felt better to not have her toes frozen all the time! She was wandering through the trees and enjoying this break in the chill when she noticed a bit of movement in the shadows of the branches that criss crossed over head. She watched the shape move across the ground with a tilt of her head for a moment before she finally tipped her head back, following the near by tree trunk until her blue eyes landed on the form of her winged brother.

"Wylan!" she called up to him, her tail wagging as she lifted a paw to wave up at him. It was kind of hard to tell how high he actually was, but he seemed reeeeally high from where she was standing! "What're you doing up there?" she questioned, yelling up to him with a curious tilt of her head. The trees were slanted in a way that they weren't terribly hard to climb–she had climbed them a bit here and there when the adults weren't looking–but she didn't know if he had found something cool or something like that. If he had she wanted a part of it!

"Wynter Fatalis"