To outsiders, Skyworld was just a bunch of rocks with wooden and stone buildings built on top of them, floating on puffy white clouds in the sky. When they think of heaven, they think of golden gates, homes built on clouds, angels playing harps near water fountains and singing. Paradise. Sadly, Palutena, Goddess of Light, couldn’t exactly afford that luxury. Especially not the golden gates.
As the sun rose and peered through the windows of every angel’s house, the denizens rose and stretched their wings, preparing themselves for yet another peaceful day. Soon enough, the heavy steps of the angels clopped against the stone as they went about their day, taking flight into the sky and feeling the wind beneath their wings. Another day without the Underworld Army making a muck of things. They may not have the luxuries that modern humans did, or what they thought they should have, but peace was enough for them.
All thanks to a flightless angel, who was still at home, making himself the biggest stack of pancakes he could muster. It was Pit’s day off, where Palutena could handle most things herself. And that meant spoiling himself with food! He already had his humble little table set with platefuls of eggs, still-sizzling bacon, plump sausages, and hot hash browns. And now, a nice stack of pancakes for him to chow down on! He sat down and smiled. “Nothin’ like a big old breakfast to start my day!” he said cheerfully. “Bon appetit-“
From the corner of his eye, he could see some of his fellow angels eying a fluffy white wolf. Thats odd. Was that somebody’s pet? How’d a wolf get into Skyworld, anyway? The people was as confused as he was, or at least they looked the part. Maybe it was hungry and…somehow got up here to find something to eat? With a sigh, Pit shoveled some pancakes and bacon into his mouth before taking a few strips of bacon and eggs onto a plate and going outside.
"Make way, coming through!" he said, parting the small crowd. "Professional dog whisperer here, come on!" When he finally reached the wolf, he looked straight into its eyes, not noticing anything else about its fur. Pit took a deep breath before he spoke again. "Woof woof. Woof? Bark!"
The angels just stared at him. Was it really a good idea to leave Pit in charge of this?