fly on scorched wings

The smell of salt water and kin filled his pink nose. Incubus glanced up from his bug watching to see a large male moving his way. The Wolf looked very similar to his Father, Hannibal, but he had different markings and eyes. Inc sussed out that maybe the Wolf was a relative but was still rather cautious. His head perked up as the male drew closer but he didn't shy away. Incubus was not a fearful pup with the pack lands surrounding him. The walls of his mother's Empire seemingly kept all the baddies away. Except pesky Gremlins that Pestilence had mentioned. Incubus sometimes glanced over his shoulder to make sure the monsters weren't stalking him.

Incubus listened to the greeting and his tail flicked with unharnessed excitement. Uncle Harbringr! The boy recalled his Father telling him of his Uncle. A talented warrior currently ranked Daimyo with Hannibal. Incubus wanted nothing else in the world then to be a fierce warrior like many in his family. - Incubus spoke with excitement as he stood, "Father told me all about you!" He stared up at his uncle with bright eyes, "You are one of Ashen's best warriors!" Incubus took a moment before gasping, "Can you teach me something?!"

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