Wapun Meadow I still get these simple thrills

I'm supposed to be getting ready for work myself, but writing with you is always too tempting <3

He would fly, and for the same reasons she would have given. The boy had a bright, easy manner about him that lent him an aura of youthfulness, but even so Reverie quickly realized that he was older than her. He had a soft roundness to him that she had never seen in a wolf before, but he spoke kindly to her, and that was what caught her attention.
I would fly, too. I've always wondered what everything would look like from above. Or what a cloud would feel like. Cold and wet, probably, but can you imagine it? Touching a cloud? She looked up, wondering what the birds would think of wolves who wished to fly. Where would you go first?