Loonfeather looked up at the clear blue sky as they reached the Sky Glade. There were only a few fluffy white clouds drifting lazily across the sky, accented by a couple hawks that were looking for something to swoop down on. They were all the way on the other side of the Sky Glade, past the lone pine tree that stood at its center.
The grass was more and more overrun by heather the farther in they got, its sweet smell filling his nose.
“It sure is nice out today,” he said, gazing around. The walk over had been quite pleasant, and now that he had stretched his legs on the trek up here he wanted to chase some rabbits, if they were given the good fortune of finding some. Before that, though, he decided to ask,
“Did this help you wake up any?”