breath of fresh air through smoke rings

At his question, the white wolf immediately moved her leather satchel and pulled out the feather. He grinned, and looked at the familiar item. When Finch started speaking, he was delighted! She had so many ideas. He sat down across from her, still nibbling on his meat, but with a free paw he rummaged around his wings, looking for another feather he could pull free. When he did, he held it out in front of him, examining it.

“Could I turn it into a drawing utensil? I have a friend that draws and paints, and I bet she’d love that.” He said, his tail brushing behind him.


"Wylan Fatalis"