breath of fresh air through smoke rings

”You definitely could.” Wylan said, seeing the way she took her paw back quickly at his offer. He gave her a mischievous grin, and used his nose to poke around his other wing and found a feather due to come free. He pulled it lightly, and it came free with it. He turned, and handed it to the white wolf. “For you.” He said, almost shyly. It wasn’t like he was going to miss it. Glacier might, maybe. The bear liked to collect them to add to his sleeping area.

At her gurgly tummy… “Come on, I’ve already investigated the buffet table, but you know, I think it needs further investigating…” You have to take care of your friends, after all. Finch was clearly hungry.


"Wylan Fatalis"