Nimbus Summit glacier waters melting

There was a butterfly.

She wandered after it, hobbling slightly on her scarred leg. It continued to flutter out of her reach, it’s bright wings stark against the sky. Faun gave a little skip-hop, bouncing up to nip harmlessly at the edges of the insect’s wings.

It fluttered further out of her reach.

She tittered a giggle, soft and under her breath, nearly stumbling over herself in her landing. It was only then that her antiquated eyes spotted another wolf.

Young. Near her age, if a little younger. He was watching the sky. She stopped her playing immediately, fumbling over her long legs, but managing to keep her footing. The butterfly, apparently having taken fun in the chase too, decided to come back to land upon her nose. Oh no. Her nose scrunched, ears swiveling back towards her neck as her eyes crossed to stare at the winged insect.

Her nose twitched.

The butterfly flicked its antennae.

Ach-oo!

She shook her head as the butterfly flew away from her nostrils, trying to keep her composure after such a sneeze.