Blackbeak Bluff Can you fly child?

Amalia was fresh inducted into a new pack, she had a new family, she couldn't help but worry after her own. Her mother and father, siblings were they all okay? She certainly hoped so. She was happy with those she had chosen to follow. Their children were absolutely precious and made her smile to herself at least twenty-times a day. 

However, on this mid-afternoon she found herself exploring as they walked and journeyed together. She stopped to roll among the emerald green of the tall grass. Dust flying up around her as she frolicked around. She could hear the sea, it was a new image for her. She had never been to the sea before, and it was fascinating. Loud and cacophonous, but also gentle and soulful. It reminded her of warring entities, trying to be both gentle and hard.

She lowered herself to her belly and slowly crawled towards the edge to stare down. Birds wheeled and cawed at each other above her head, and flew across the ocean. Occasionally a spurt of air would go into the air, from deep beneath the recesses of the waves. She caught herself slowing her breathing, rhythmically changing it to the ebb and flow of the tide. All she could think was. What it must be like to fly.