Toil and Trouble

Tamsyn didn’t seem like she was about to growl at him for his untimely interruption, so he went back to grinning at her in delight. He settled down in front of her, his wings hanging lightly down his sides like a waterfall of feathers that covered sight of his legs from his sides. His head tilted to the side, and he regarded Tamsyn with curious, and friendly blue eyes.

“Hi Tamsyn. Pappa said Mumma gave you a place in the pack. Are you the only wolf mumma recruited?” he asked, peppering her with an easy flow of questions. His father seemed to come home with a wolf every other day, but he hadn’t known his mother to do so.

“Ohh, I like to fight too, and explore, those are great hobbies!” he exclaimed. “We should explore, and see if we can't find something to fight, too!” he exclaimed with enthusiasm.