Birds the word

“Yeah, pretty much! It’s a den up in the trees that we sleep in… like birds sleep in nests up in the trees” He agreed, more than happy to find the similarities. He wanted Krakarak to like him, and that meant finding common ground. He already liked the raven, after all!

They passed by Basilisk, who’s greeting was about what Wylan had expected, and continued on into the woods. With Krak’s agreement he led them towards the treehouse. Climbing up the ramp into their home. Which had a big enough ramp and entrance for the large winged wolf, and was big enough inside to have a common area and two rooms. With a third clearly in progress on the side. “So, this is our treehouse. I think Seneca and Ollie are out at the moment.” He said as he stuck his nose in his brother's room and found it empty. “This is my room, I share it with Sen while his room is getting made. You're welcome to nest anywhere you want in here. If you like being up high we could probably set up something?” He suggested as he headed for a back chucked in the middle of the room. He rummaged inside and came up victorious. “Ah ha!” he said, pulling out some slightly squished berries that were safe to eat. He offered them up to his friend.


"Wylan Fatalis"