Sky Magic

Jax always loved wild weather. The way a strong gust of wind could knock you off your feet, the way the rain made everything smell of petrachor, the way their fur stood on end when a large storm was rolling in, but what they loved most was that It was always changing. One hour, the sun could be shining down cheerily while puffy clouds drifted across the sky, and the next, bold peals of thunder and dark, foreboding clouds blanketed the world. Nothing made Jax feel more at home than staring upward and watching the sky.