While I pondered, weak and weary,

Krakarak

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Krakarak watched with vested interest as the winged canine began to try to fly. He worked his wings up and down just as Krakarak instructed and he thought it was all off to a promising start. So promising, that the draft of wind had him squawking in dismay and holding tighter to the railing with his amethyst claws. He turned his head partially away, narrowing his eyes so that nothing would inadvertently get blown into them.

Surely the fellow had to get airborne, right?

Wrong.

The wolf landed hard on the panels and slid. Krakarak winced at the impact but let out an amused series of caws as he flapped his wings and flew over to land in front of the yearling. "Is good try, ya? Krak! You wolf. Krakarak think you not fly in one day! Take time, ya!" He cawed out another series of laughs before looking the yearling over. He clacked his beak excitedly at the thought of "all sorts of treats". He couldn't even fathom what other tasty things might be in store.

But still!

He had to play the part, act like he wasn't interested. So, he made a great show of twisting his head this way and thought, looking shrewdly at the yearling. "Krakarak very busy bird!" Oh, so so so busy. Totally. "Hmm..." He scratched a claw on the ground, pretending to be pensive about the whole thing before he suddenly squawked out, "Okay! If pack no eat Krakarak. He come visit a bit. Is pack long way? Krak?" Probably a lot of a bit if he thought the fellow was pleasant enough company. "What Krakarak call you?" He took to the air, flying above the dark wolf, ready to take wing while they walked/flew and conversed.

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quoth the raven