The family grew again?

Wylan grinned, stretching his wings out a little as he wiggled them in a sign of pleasure. The wolf that greeted him introduced himself as Kotori Fatalis in no time. This was the wolf he hoped to meet. “I'm Wylan Fatalis, Heir to the Armada. My grandad once said that if I needed help, I could find Kotori in Valta and he would help me.” Now, it was obvious to most that Sirius meant urgent or life threatening help. But Wylan was still a kid, and sometimes intricacies of words went right over his wings. 


“My dad's really sad ‘cause my mum left, and grandad went to the Hallows. I want to continue learning how to use a blade. Will you help me, Kotori of Valta?” He asked, straightening up a little and looking at Valta as if the favour he asked was a grave one.