A cry of shrill delight, somewhere between that of a fox and that of a dolphin, echoed out from the edge of the room as Bremen tumbled and rolled down one of the hills, having discovered earlier that day that if he tucked in his legs and held his wings folded at a certain angle he could lay down on his side and roll down just about any incline he wanted to!

Any incline steep enough that was, and preferably those inclines without sharp rocks or thorn bushes. His side still hurt a little bit from that one run in a couple hills ago. But no matter! This hill was smooth and nice and even smelled good to top things off.

Actually, where was that smell coming from? Bremen craned his neck up from the giddy heap he'd landed in at the base of the roll and began sniffing the air. It was a weird kind of good smell, like... food on fire? What a silly notion! Why would anyone set their food on fire?

Another leg shot out from the sprawled pile of hybrid that was Bremen, and soon the cat-sized creature had hopped up onto all fours and was on his way. He would find the burning food and find out why it was on fire! Did it like to be on fire? Did it taste better that way? Only one way to find out!

Though the source of the scent was only over the next hill it took a solid five minutes to get there between checking every rabbit hole in sight and getting distracted at the top of the hill to roll down again, this time backwards, just to see how hard it would be. When Bremen arrived at the odd fiery flower he stood entranced by its novelty.

"Hello weird burny flower, I'm Bremen!" he greeted the non-sentient plant, "What are you doing out here among the hills and the grass?"

Of course, he didn't expect the plant to talk back, but if it was on fire then perhaps it was strange in other ways. With no response received the small hybrid fell back to plan B: poke it with his horn!

Bremen opened his beak wide and let out a soft otherworldly noise of interest as the flower reacted to his poke, burning into a pile of ash before his very eyes. The flower had been on fire but not on fire before, but then it was on fire for real and finally not on fire anymore because there was no fire left. It even left him a souvenir and waved goodbye to him as a different flower in his mind!

The happy little hybrid poked at the sphere with his beak as new emotions washed over him, similar to his own and redoubling the emotions that were there. With his own emotions amplified beyond even their usual heights the world was suddenly twice as bright, twice as interesting, twice as exciting! The seed before him had become the most amazing toy he'd ever laid eyes on and though his ancestry included red fox he looked more like a fennec by the speed at which he darted back and forth batting at the thing, chittering like an overstimulated bird.

"Ohh! I bet I can make it fly! he voiced to himself, unknowingly sending the words over this newly forged mental link he had yet to recognize. In an act of incredible mental resolve and willpower Bremen managed to stand still for two seconds, using the momentary lack of movement to flare his wings and take in a deep breath. Sometimes when he did this he could make a big huge wind appear and make things go flying really far. This time when he flapped his wings forward and blew out real fast the seed only moved a little tiny bit.

It was a heavy seed! That or he hadn’t made as big of a gust as he usually did. No major loss though! Bremen instead took a webbed paw and gingerly batted under the seed until he had a good grip, tossing it diagonally up into the air to the side and immediately chasing after it in a cat-like display, giggling in yet another odd vocalization as he did so.