Piccolo uccello con l'ala spezzata

"Padre!" He called, his voice pitched as he circled around the hissing grasses. He hadn’t seen his father too much, and what he did see of his there was tension. Something wasn’t right, and Starling was done sitting around about it. He continued to circle before he bound a few paces and circle again, bellowing for his father again and again. After a large circle he leapt through the grass, calling for his father before, suddenly, he found the ground a little too close. His paws got tangled, whether in the grass or just among his paws, he wasn’t sure, and he fell to the ground with a poof. "ohi..." He whispered, shifting onto his belly and blinking through the grass. It was rather...often that Starling found himself on the ground, especially after each little growth spurt. His legs would grow longer, but his body wouldn’t fill out to accomodate it, so he was even clumsier than most wolves his age. With a deep breath he moved to stand, stopping for a moment to take in the area around him. It was in his rush that he had fallen, and he had rushed because he missed his father. It wasn’t so much that Bass wasn’t around anymore, it was that something must have happened. There was a feeling deep in the child’s heart, that something was off. And he needed to do something to help fix it.

So he moved, again, through the grass with added vigor, searching for his father, for any sign of him. The sun shone down on him, shining through the mildewy grasses, and it was in this warmth that the snakes seemed to hide. Or, perhaps doing other things. It was Spring afterall, even if Starling was too young to understand it. "Paaaadre!! Father!" He called, getting frustrated now that he couldn’t find him. It didn’t once enter his mind to maybe call for his father, but his song wouldn’t have been able to carry very far yet. He needed to find Bass, he wanted too. There was so many things he wanted to ask the name of, and he wanted to tell him of Harmony and his adventures, and just see him. But most of all, Starling wanted this feeling that something was...off...to leave. He needed it too.

"Burn Baby Burn"