Birds the word

Wylan trotted back to the Armada with Krakarak on his back, and Glacier at his paws. The route past the Wall was a familiar one, and he occasionally turned his head back to look at his passenger. “Me, my brother and our friend Sen live in a treehouse. I bet we could set up a way for you to open the window and come and go as you please?” he suggested, excitement creeping into his voice. He wasn’t sure how long his raven-instructor would stay in the Armada for. The idea of him flying off without a word was a sad one, but Wylan understood that Krakarak would do as he pleased.

They weren’t far from the woods at that point, and he caught the scent of Basilisk. The older wolf must have been on patrol. He skirted close to where Bas was patrolling, so he would get a chance to see his new companion and know he ‘belonged to Wylan’ “Hi Basilisk! This is my new companion, Krakarak. Krakarak, this is Basilisk, the leader here” He explained, lifting a paw to wave to his cousin. The massive blue wolf looked over at Wylan and raised a brow. “Welcome, bird” He said, as he continued on passed to complete his patrol. “So… do you want to see the Treehouse first?” He asked the bird on his shoulders.


"Wylan Fatalis"