Silently low over the fields reflecting moonlight from their snowy coats, Duck held onto Beagle's collar. He could feel Beagle's muscles move as his wings made tiny increments, expert now in finding the currents and lifts. Not so many dogs found their flight as easily as Beagle - he had turned out to be quite talented in flying. The icey quiet of the night keeping Duck awake, a much needed distraction from the need of sleep stress was demanding before their flight.
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