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Oops! The leaping bird-wolf didn’t just-about anything, he really was knocking his sister from the tree. Luckily for her, the fight training their father had beaten into him from adolescence kicked in. With a surprising pose for a wolf that barely bothered with rudimentary things such as ‘balance’ he managed to lean forward, and nip the back of her neck with his fangs. This meant he was suddenly top-heavy, and he flared his wings and tail behind him, flailing for balance for a moment.

When he found it, he reeled in his little sister, and plonked her on the branch beside him, sheltering her gently with a wing so she wouldn’t be likely to fall again any time soon. “Oph! I’m sorry, are you okay?”