There was something about the pair that might have seemed odd to anyone looking on. They looked more like young siblings standing among the summers grass, eyes on the bright blue of the sky and hearts singing with amusement. Their bodies moved with the flow of the kite, left to right. Anu moved as if she was connected to the woven bird, lightly on the balls of her feet and drifting this way and that. There was an excitement that ran between the two wolves, innocent and childish. She felt as uplifted as the kite did, gentle gusts sending her into a much needed pleasant mood. Hemmings words came to her ears, but they sounded as if she had left him on the ground and was soaring side by side with the kite. She smiled again, turning back to his face and giving him and scoffing grin. He was silly, and Anu soaked up his easy going nature. I’m sure. Her voice was light as she felt.
The wind picked up, bucking the kite almost violently. Blue eyes darted back to check its height, not wanting it to come crashing down. Again the wind hit it’s sails, thrashing the gentle creature that was tied at the end of her string. Anu frowned, unsure of how to handle the winds sudden assault. It didn’t take long before her paws began to weaken, and her body could not move fast enough in order to keep up with kite. Her heart sank, knowing that it was just a moment until it came tumbling down. A sharp whisking wind flowed through her mane, and with a sudden tug Anu no longer felt the pressure of the fighting kite. She looked upwards, her arms still up towards the sky as if she could grasp the loose string. Eyes flashed back to the male, her mouth slightly agape in shock. What had she done?
Hemming, I’m… She could hardly get the words out. How could she let it slip from her grip.