Lost Creek Hollow Spring Wind

Ash Paw watched the bird with the child. The bright colors and the way it bobbed and weaved through the branches a skill, sometimes she marveled at. They were so small and yet so agile. It was amazing to her to watch them flit and flutter about. Nature was majestic, truly.

Ash Paw chuckled. Baby birds. Little wee ones. They are letting their parents know they are hungry. Much like you and your siblings do.

She pressed a gentle kiss to the pups head.