Dublin had was batting at the grass, a favorite pastime of his, and giggled as some of it came loose and hit him on the nose. His blue-turning-green eyes focused on it, as he blew it off. What fun grass was on a warm summer day! Dublin rolled over on his back, looking up at the sky "Clouds!" he said "Clouds. clouds. clouds." Dublin liked the word. He also liked how words could be used to describe things.
Dublin liked the shapes of the clouds. That one looked like Bala. That one looked like Mama and Dada, playing with him. That one looked like Mear and Rian playing together. That one looked like Noch. It was interesting that something so random made shapes like that. What if the clouds watch us? Dublin thought What if they make those shapes because they can't play? Poor clouds!
Noises in the distance alerted Astra of the significant other. She tilted her head and padded forward on high alert. However, as she neared the source, it sounded more like a pup than an intruder, and a smile formed on her gentle lips. She bounced over to the little prince as he batted at the grass. A single blade fell stop his nose and he blew it off, then glanced at the clouds. He began chanting the word cloud and she couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you like clouds?" She asked him, sitting down beside his tiny body.
Dublin looked at the stranger. He had seen them around, but never talked to them. He was curious about who they were, but he was polite and answered the question first. "Yes. Clouds look very silly sometimes." He grinned "But sometimes, clouds look like Mama or Dada, or Bala, or Mear, or Rian! I like when clouds look like family."
She smiled as the boy spoke. She guessed 'Bala, 'Mear and Rian were his siblings Szabala, Eimear and Rian. So That means that this little rascal was Dublin. "I like when clouds look like family two." She said quietly, although the truth was, she didn't have any family to see in the clouds. She supposed she could see Goldhawk, Scimitar and Mazi in the clouds, because they were like family to her.
Her tail thumped a bit at the thought of that as she glanced at the spotted sky for a moment. Almost immediately, she thought that she could see Scimitar's immense frame, and Mazi looking down at her beside him. But most clearly, she could see the fiery outline of Goldhawk.
"Who you see in the clouds?" Dublin asked the older wolf. He wondered if she saw other puppies like he did, or if he saw bigger wolves or even other, unknown to him creatures. "And what you name?" Dublin liked knowing people's names. It made him feel like he was important, that he could remember names. Mama, Dada, Bala, Mear, Rian, Noch and someone else he had met. A cousin. Lue. That wasn't her name, but that was all Dublin had been able to call her at the time. Dublin wondered what her name was.
Dublin stared up at the clouds. He wondered if they looked down on stuff and thought 'wouldn't it be fun to be that?' That would be cool, if he could do it. He imagined himself transforming to look like his siblings and giggled.