While I pondered, weak and weary,

Krakarak

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"Ya, ya! Food for flying! Krak!" He liked the way this guy thought! Food for flying lessons seemed like the perfect way to interact. The perfect... friendship, if you will. He was more than happy to offer all of his trade secrets for food and good company. Good company simply meaning tell him how smart and talented he was, or rather, make him feel that way. Which the boy was doing plenty of. He felt quite important as he led the way to the deck and the young wolf looked up to him expectantly. He liked feeling like the master instructor.

He cleared his throat importantly, "You lift wings, like that, yeah! Krak!" He nodded his head approvingly at the way that the wolf had already done so. "Then, you push them down. Much strong! Krak! Very strong!" He demonstrated, thrusting his wings downwards and then lifting them back up, only to show him again. He did it slowly the second time to make sure the young wolf saw. "To take off. You do that! Krak! But also, jump. Push down! Krak! Jump!" And he did so, taking to the air and hovering there for the wolf to watch him. Easy peasy once learned! Krak!" And then, he landed again. "Now, you do."

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quoth the raven