06-25-2009, 11:02 PM
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For the first time since they had met, the little willow flycatcher strayed from Hemming's head. It was, perhaps, out of necessity, for the wolf was stretched out on the ground, gazing up at the sky. The only place the bird would have been able to perch was on his nose, and it didn't seem quite as comfortable as the soft fur on the top of his head. She hopped around nearby instead, leaving the warmth of his body to explore a tiny bit of AniWaya territory. Her small frame was dwarfed by the tall grasses, and she picked and hopped her way through, chirping a little tune to herself. The wolf had been enjoying the company of the bird so far. She was remarkably talkative, that was for sure, but that characteristic had not yet become irritating. He listened to her song as he laid across the earth, his fingers curling absentmindedly around the stalks of grass that his outstretched arms could reach. Though the sky was threatening rain, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and warmed his body. He basked in it, appreciating it for the short time that it would stay. Contrary to Hemming's own desires, the grass around him was surely hoping for rain, their thin leaves drooping back to the ground for want of water. After a few moments of staring at the clouded sky, Hemming's eyes drifted closed and he let them stay that way. The wolf was still a little worn out from his journey, hunger having taken a toll on him. But, after catching a few fish and eating their supple flesh, he was set to make a full recovery. As he laid there he was complacent, though his head felt a little light without Dagrun's weight holding it down. It was astounding how fast Hemming had become accustomed to her. |