take to the sky

Out of the den he would come, tail wiggling in the air. Morning! Freedoooom! His tail wagged behind him as Shrike went on his adventure. Oh the boy loved to roam, and he was master of the lay of the land! At least in his own mind. Shrike would come to a pause, head turned skyward and he shifted through the different scents of the breeze. Brothers, sisters. Abaven was full of his family, and Shrike loved them all. Still, there was only one who could really hold a candle to him yet.

That was the sibling he was seeking. “Finch! Oh Finch-y Finch Finch~” The boy called out in his singsong voice. But no sign of her! A pout would find it’s way to his face, at least until he was the one seeing the brown form of another wolf. With a yip he’d bound towards her, yapping in a not so young gentlemanly fashion.

“Oh hellooooo! Who are you? Are you family too?” She looked like she could be. Smelled like the lands. Yeah, she had to be family.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'