breath of fresh air through smoke rings

“Oops!” Wylan said, taking a polite step back as the other wolf leaped directly up in fright. The boy gave an embarrassed grin. He hadn’t meant to startle her! But she bounced back fast, her attention turning to his wings with something akin to wonder. “It’s like moving my toes, except I guess I have more flexibility in my toes…” He said, lifting a paw and wiggling his toes, and stretching one wing out and brushing it up and down.

can you fl- He knew where that was going. “Well, not yet. But I’m training with a Raven!” he explained. So, perhaps once he’d learned the right techniques. “Yeah, sort of. Brushing the feathers is like brushing fur. I won’t feel it if it's light enough.” He said, leaning the wing towards her to touch if she wanted to. “I’m Wylan, by the way. I live in the Armada.”


"Wylan Fatalis"