Golden Glade [NaWOWriMo] Flying to Neverland

Talos squinted sourly up at the little pup, who was still making his nonsensical wroo-woo-woo types of noises as he drifted down toward her, mockingly she suspected. He finished up with a louder and more-definite WRUFF! that flattened back her ears in annoyance. He was very, very young though, she noted... maybe even only freshly-weaned? Talos wasn't quite sure. She hadn't been spending much time around any proper packlands, after all, and so it had been a while since she'd seen much of any other pup to compare him to. It made her feel just a little better to think that small as this brat was she could probably have squooshed him with one swat of her big black paw, if necessary, however. Talos worked her jaw a moment as she stood up again and gave a quick irritable brush of one of those paws across her chin to try and dislodge a bit of the dirt. The paw that had tripped over the stick, as it happened, and gotten slightly scraped—perhaps smearing it with a touch of blood instead wasn't the biggest of improvements, but then Talos had never been known for her acute fashion sense.

Wha' 're you doin' in midair?! she demanded, though she wasn't in fact sure this little guy was of an age to actually coherently speak as of yet either. ...Not that she had any grounds to stand on, criticizing others' intelligibility, but that had never stopped her yet. 'Ow'd you get up there? Wha' 'appened?! Her irritation was quickly dwindling as the sting on her chin receded and the other pup whirled and spun about like the most bizarre sort of elaborate bird acrobatics. This looked fun, actually. I wanna try too! announced Talos, starting to feel envious as her eyes followed the stubby little tail that propellered the young boy along and shot him forward in the air another few feet. Wruff! she tried on impulse, just in case that was the magic word to make this whole flight business possible.

No dice.