He had rolled onto his belly, chin resting on his paws as he watched his brother.
"Maybe."
What would it feel like touch the sky? Would they even know if they had? Could anyone ever touch the sky? Was the sky really even there to begin with?
A yawn split his maw, the little cub rolling to rest his head against his brother. Whatever the answer, he could be Van's sky, and Van would be his, and together, they would always touch the sky.
