Flying Lessons

"Flying lessons?" she questioned a bit doubtfully, but the idea of coming up where he was and being a part of these flying lessons he had decided he was going to do was too interesting for her to pass it up. "Yeah!" she called back up to him and immediately she ran over to the base of the tree he was currently standing on. She didn't have the wings for balance or the claws for gripping like he did or that their father did, but with some careful footwork she managed to start climbing her way up to where he was crouched and waiting for her. Luckily the tree he had picked was pretty sloped so she managed without too much trouble.

"What kind of spot do you think would be good for flying?" she asked as she started examining the rest of the trunk and some of the larger branches that grew out from where they were standing. Maybe he had done all kinds of flying lessons when she wasn't looking and he already knew just the kind of spot to look for! Her only reference for things that flew were birds so she trying to imagine what a good place for a bird to take off and land would be. Obviously somewhere open and not super crowded with branches he might run into was a good start. "What about that spot?" she asked, using her paw to point out a thick limb that didn't have any other smaller branches growing off of it until further down the branch–well out of the way at the very least.

"Wynter Fatalis"