All that the light touches

Wylan heard the sound of another wolf on the stairs, and turned his head to see the pale form of his brother. He grinned at Oleander, and waited for the other boy to join him. Wiggling his tail a little as he did so. When Ollie leaned against him, Wylan draped a wing gently across him, applying pressure for a moment in a silent hug, before letting go.

His brother's comment seemed like rather a strong hint, and there was no way Wylan was going to deny him. But you couldn’t just give in that easily to your siblings… he trotted forward, and fully unfurled his wings. Stretching them out into the available space. “It might just be big enough for me…” he started to say, and then chuckled Ollie a grin. “There's two rooms. I just bags the biggest ‘cause I’m bigger and all.” He said, and folded in his wings so he could fit through a doorway. “I wonder if the last wolves left any treasures behind.”


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