Go the Distance

Wylan gave his head an enthusiastic nod at that. He wasn’t the best hunter, but he’d definitely done a few hunts. “Yeah, my pack has a beach territory, and we have fishing huts along the sand. Through…. Uhh… I’m not that good at fishing myself.” He admitted a little sheepishly. “My wings make me really heavy, so swimmings a bit hard.”

“The Armada is the name of my pack, my cousin Basilisk leads it.” He explained at the other wolf's curiosity. “Oh, uh… well, my Auntie makes Star charts, and we have some old maps that some previous wolves made, and I think Iggys been making some newer ones recently.” He said thoughtfully. Admittedly, he hadn’t spent much time thinking about maps.


"Wylan Fatalis"