Have you seen the world?

Oleander laughed as he leaned against his brother, and struggled to regain his own balance after Wylan exclaimed his defeat.

"Ladies and gentlewolfs!" He started, his pale head in the air, his nose skyward, and his slender legs high stepping in a circle, "The victor!" And he mocked an appealing crowd as he perched his forepaws on a large rock, puffing out his chest.

He wasn't a particularly striking figure with his rail thin face and body against the weaving purple and green lights overhead. He giggled as he started to feel his adrenaline wear off and flopped down next to where Wylan was with a sigh.

"What's got your feathers flustered this time of night anyway?" He asked, belly up, his ears pressed into the grass and looking at Wyl upside down.

"Speech"