Whisper was so small that he was almost afraid to step in the vicinity of her at any given moment. He had never known puppies came in a size that small. Especially when the ones he had interacted with most of his life had turned into Dires like himself. He didn’t want to wrap her in cotton, but the temptation was very much there.

“Hop aboard, Whisper, we’re going on an adventure!” He told her as he lay belly down on the ground so he was in easy reach of her tinsy teeny tiny paws. He grinned at the tiny white wolf. He wondered what would happen when winter came around. Would he lose her in the first snow fall? He hid a shiver and reminded himself he would not be wrapping her in cotton!



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Whisper toddled closer to her dad, using his sturdy feathers to provide her tiny limbs an extra step up to climb onto his back. Even now while he was laying down she got a little giddy from the height. Maybe she was born so small because in her last life she had been afraid of heights? She dropped her body low, short paws splaying wide in an attempt to maintain some balance, the closest to a bear hug the tiny wolf could manage.

“What do dad? Where go?” the girl chirped giddily. Whether it was the excitement of a one on one adventure or it was just the altitude getting to her, she wouldn't be able to say. She was just grateful she wouldn't have to run a marathon for each of the much larger wolf's steps.

He waited until she was snug in his ruff, and then carefully pulled himself upright. He lifted his wings a little to both shelter her from the wind, and to create little sides on either side of her as the muscles on his back flexed. Giving her a safe little cocoon to rest in as he walked. She was so small he actually couldn’t feel her weight on his face. She scarcely seemed to way more than a feather.

Speaking of feathers, he plucked a little white down feather and handed it to her with a paw. His lips twitched as he tucked it gently behind one ear. It was almost bigger than she was. “We’re going into the woods. Did you want to… watch birds, chase squirrels, or collect some flowers for your mum?” He asked her, letting her pick the flavour of adventure for the day.


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Squirrels were pretty big for the tiny pup, and they tended to throw things if you made them mad (not that she would ever tell anyone just how she knew that), and she didn't have wings like her dad or her brother, so she wasn't too interested in birds. Flowers for mum though? Her waving tail upset her balance and she rolled against one of her dad's wings, scrambling to reseat herself more securely in his thick neck fur. “Flowers for mum!” The girl declared with certainty. Sure, she didn't know what sort of flowers mum liked yet, but dad should know right? and maybe they could find something useful while they were out there.

She urged her dad on with light kicks from her back legs. It was time for an adventure! No need to be slow about it!

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“To the flowers!” he declared with a mighty cry, and at the kicks from her legs (which he honestly struggled to feel) he jumped into a trott. “Hold on, little Stardust” He told her, careful to keep his wings lifted slightly, ensuring she was nestled between them on his back.

He could admit more than a little worry as he trotted through the woods. Scared of knocking her off his back - scared that he wouldn’t notice her falling. But despite his fretting, they arrived in the meadow without any issues. He slowed to a stop and looked across the open expanse. The meadow wasn’t nearly as wonderful as it was in spring, but there were still some brave flowers showing through. “Do you want to hop down, or direct me to pick the flowers from there?” He said, leaving the choice to her.


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Try as she might, there wasn't a lot for Whisper to hold on to, she couldn't stretch her legs wide enough to grab on to anything so she just kinda pancaked and jostled against her fathers wings as they made their way to the meadow. When he asked if she wanted to hop down or direct him she began to wiggle, “Down! down!” She wriggled and jiggled as she got closer to the ground, almost shimmying down her fathers shoulder.

Her rear hit the earth with a small oof but she didn't let that slow her down for long, pouncing between the tall grasses, some towering over her head like trees. None of these flowers smelled familiar, or looked like the right colour so she moved past them, intent on getting something that might be useful for her Mumma.

And there it was, in its glorious yellow flowered beauty. If it had been laying on the ground, the main stem might have even come close to being as long as her dad, but she didn't need the whole thing, just some of the flowers... which... now that she looked at the tall goldenrod plant, maybe she would have to get back on her dad's shoulder to reach. “Uppy up! This one! But I wanna pick it!” after all, it had to be perfect if she was going to give it to her mother.

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