While I pondered, weak and weary,

Krakarak

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He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. The bear was right there and he could swear that he saw his life flash before his beady eyes.

But then--

Then, the wolf stopped him, and he was saved!

He flopped backwards, wings spread as he laid on the ground and groaned. He felt like he was going to faint or maybe he really had died and his head just hadn't caught up with his spirit yet. Except... no no, his body definitely hurt so he couldn't be dead, right?

Only this wolf had wings. Wolves didn't have wings! That wasn't normal! Where the hell was he?! What was this place of massive weird things and wolves with wings?

"Krakarak no is lost. Krakarak come here for new life." Wherever here was. He was a bird. Birds didn't get lost. He would never admit such a fact. Hmph! That would be embarrassing. "Why you gots wings? Krak? Wolves no gots wings! Is weird! Krak Krak!" That was the most important thing here... besides the bear. The bear that he eyed warily as he picked himself up off the ground.

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quoth the raven