Wapun Meadow Honey, You're Familiar like my Mirror Years Ago

It must be, the little wolf agreed, his voice low and thoughtful, like running all the time and never stopping.

He watched as the darting flashes of color zipped through the air. You know, that's very true, he added with a smile, sage eyes tracking the delicate movements of the tiny, winged creatures as they flitted between the blossoms.

Moss turned his gaze to Vale, one good ear perked, listening as she shared a glimpse of her past. They watched her closely, her words bringing with them a string of amusement. There was an urge to chuckle, a warmth in his chest that bloomed into a soft exhale, careful not to startle the birds.

Did he have a change of heart after that? Moss asked, the corners of their mouth lifting into a gentle, knowing smile, eyes twinkling with shared humor.