You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

The Warlords companion Marshal had given Wylan the heads up on what was to come, and the boy was unbelievably excited. He was impatient and restless waiting for the call, and when it came he was up so fast that he went all the way up - and then down again. Tripping over his own paws and landing in a heap. The boy with overly large paws was pretty accustomed to them betraying him. He shook it off and was up again. Running in the direction of the howl. He was too excited to move normally, instead his pace was a trott, with an added bounce and flare of his wings. Trott, trott, bounce! On repeat. Each flare showed the fluffy white underside of his wings.


His parents' den was in the woods, which made this territory the most familiar to him. It didn't take him long to find the white wolf waiting for him. His expression split into a delighted grin, and he and his little polar bear put on a spur of speed, racing to Absinth. He skidded to a stop directly in front of her, flaring his wings madly to try and stop his forward momentum. Which, of course, caused him to tumble head first into the stranger. He rolled to a stop and looked up at the green eyed wolf with a grin. “Hi! I'm Wylan!”