soft puppy warm puppy // o, wings discovery

[Honeypaw]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]The doberman had not yet adjusted to the cold weather, and she wasn't sure if she ever would. The most she could do was bury herself in blankets, seeking warmth that her fur could not provide. When she awoke, she found herself unusually warm, but also with an aching pain in her back. Her blankets felt much softer than she remembered, too. She slipped out of the blankets, stretching with a yawn. Her back still hurt, the source she assumed was from sleeping in an odd position.

Honeypaw emerged from her den, still groggy as the sun rose. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something on her back. She shook herself, as if to shake off a blanket, but the weight wouldn't go away. Slightly more awake and beginning to think logically, she looked towards her back. What she found was light yellow colored feathers, or perhaps better described as a yellow cream color. Were those... wings? Like a bird's wings? She spun around a few times, confirming that she was indeed awake and that those were in fact wings on her back. She flexed them, almost instinctually, her muscles knowing how to move the wings. "Oh," The dog woofed quietly, still trying to process her new reality.