Ahhhh!!!

Io watched as the distraught child slowly drifted off to sleep in his mother's arms. Zee questioned her quietly about binding his wings and the little healer shook her head. "No. He needs to build those muscles or the wings could be detrimental to his growth. They could weigh him down. Make him vulnerable." She shook her head again. "I think he's learned his lesson."

The woman had met other winged canines in her past. Mort's wings didn't surprise her other than the fact that neither of his parents shared a feather between them. Lids lowered slightly, she looked to the sleeping boy. "My mother had a look on her face when she brought him here. She looked angry." Iolaire lowered her head to her paws. The excitement of the suddenly injured child had left her a little drained. "I wonder if it was because she was afraid for him, or it was something else." She couldn't really imagine Resin being afraid for a child that wasn't blood, but stranger things had happened.