"Tiny!" Purple Summers ran out quickly, waving her hand at the crow circling the sky, "Where did you run off to? You had me worried!"
Tiny flew above Purple Summers' head, accompanied by another crow. The two birds seemed to be chasing each other, as well as coordinating with each other, creating circular arcs in the sky.
Purple Summers was astonished.
She had just realized that Tiny hadn't been seen for so many days because he was with his mate.
Tiny wasn't like Cleo. Cleo was a breed of pet python, while Tiny still retained his wild nature. Purple Summers never intended to curb that wild nature, always letting him roam free. He regarded Purple Summers as his owner, but he didn't cling to her like a cat or dog would; he always found his own fun outside.
Tiny, hearing Purple Summers' shout, swooped down in front of her. His mate remained cautious, perching on a nearby branch.