Birds the word

Wylan watched the bird explore the space, his mouth twitching in amusement, curious to see exactly what parts of the room interested the bird. He’d never had a companion as animated as Krak before. He loved Glacier of course, but the polar bear was far more interested in sleep or food and didn’t hold a conversation.

“Alright, all aboard!” Wylan said, waiting until Krakarak hopped onto his back (if he wanted to) and led the way back out of the treehouse again. “The Armada has three territories. The mIle-highwoods, Dreamers Col, and Soul Sand Cove. So trees, mountains, and beach.” he explained as he led the way to the towering mountains on either side of the Col. “This is where you’ll find most of the wolves” He explained, nodding his head to one of the guards as he passed into the Col. “Do you like water? We have bathing pools in the caves to the left there, right after the smithy” he explained as they started to walk past the little cove that held the smithy. As he did so, he realised he could hear sounds from within. “That’s weird, I thought Charlie was missing…” He mused as he turned them in towards the smithy.

“Oh, hi Iggy!” he said as he saw the sandy coloured wolf working at the station. “Whatcha doing? Oh! Iggy, this is Krakarak, my new companion.”


"Wylan Fatalis"