Don't throw out my legos

The worry seemed to dissipate once Tammy had seen his claws. He was, if just a little bit, made for climbing. “I hope not Tammy, I rather like you” he returned back, knowing her words were that of a concerned parental figure. Being raised as the son of the Alphas, surrounded by adults. Sometimes it felt like he had a hundred parents. Not that he minded, he did love them after all.

When she encouraged him to climb, he pulled his expression into a thoughtful frown, and looked back at the tree he had jumped from. “Alright then” he said, expression bursting into a grin. He raced back towards the tree, and found the lower branch he had climbed earlier. The bark was already scoured by his sharp claws. He scrambled up awkwardly. He might have the caws of one, but he wasn’t quite as flexible as a cat.

He hopped onto the next branch, and wiggled out onto it, keeping his center of balance low. He spread his wings out on either side of him, like a nesting bird. “Wanna join me?”