Thunderbird reveled in the storms. It almost seemed like the thunder clapped in time with his wingstrokes. It was during the storms that (surprisingly frequently) rolled through their herdgrounds that Thunderbird felt the most alive. The wind rushing through his mane and tail and feathers.
He soared high, not really gunning to be the first to the peak, but an inkling of his pride made it hard to let himself fall behind. His wings stretched wide as he looked down on his little brother and the new mare as he smiled.
He could see the way his brother looked at Falling Rock, and he had to wonder if she would decide to stay in the herd.
Baby Pandah
Ditto what Kamiki said <3 <3
Kamiki
