Birds the word

Krakarak returned to his back, and Wylan grinned at the little weight he felt on his shoulders. He liked having Krak here, a constant friend at his side. He was pleased that Krak seemed to enjoy being there just as much.

Heh. He would remember to keep any potential cliff-jumps to himself and Krak in that case. No point worrying the others silly, not when he was working on something so important. The ability to fly.

“Alright bye Ignita! Don’t work too hard!” he told his friend before he turned from the smithy and trotted back towards the supply cave. “So, as I was saying before… to the right of this cave you can find supplies, like coats and food. To he left, a little further in there are heated pools. There's a nice shallow one first!” he explained trotting into the cave to show the bird what he was talking about.

He arrived at the little paddling pool. This one was a nice, warm temperature that was easily safe for pups. It was also very shallow, and he trotted into the water, letting it lick his toes.


"Wylan Fatalis"