"The moment the wind blows, off he goes, barking, chasing something. Who knows what?" But Wind Chaser knows ex…
"The moment the wind blows, off he goes, barking, chasing something. Who knows what?"
But Wind Chaser knows exactly what he chases: those swirling, dancing white petals, and the fragrance the wind carries, stronger and stronger. It is the same scent that clings to his owner.
He doesn't know it's a pear blossom. But he knows that if he runs too far, grows too tired, loses his way, following that scent will always lead him home.