If not friend, why friend shaped?

Wylan knew he wasn't allowed outside of the Armada, but his polar bear friend was with him. That counted as being watched, right? He knew that wouldn't fly, so he intended to be as quick as he could. But his friend had caught a strange scent, and shortly after Wylan has caught it too. It smelled like his friend, but different. More like the coats his grandfather had out to dry sometimes.


Curiously led him onwards, and he scrambled for justification as he broke the rules and sneaked out of the woods. The open Plains here just before the wall were fascinating. He could see so far! But surely, that meant he was easy to spot as well? Keeping low, he scrambled quickly towards the wall. His round little polar bear friend struggled to keep up. When he reached the wall, instead of trying to go over it, he found a hole about his level. He held his wings tightly to his body, and struggled through it. The bear had to push his bump a few times before he made it through. When it was Bears turn, the little white creature hopped up, and Wylan grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him through. 


They turned around together, and looked up (and up) into the giant form that had come to investigate them. Hey! They were just like his friend! He jumped up in an excited wiggle. “Hi! I'm wylan. Do you wanna be friends?” He asked, spreading out his wings behind him. In response, the bear peeled its teeth out from behind its muzzle in a snarl. The tiny version of bear beside him slunk down into the ground, and startled to growl himself. Wylan looked between the two of them in surprise. “No, it's okay, we can be friends!” 


Wc: 302