Winds on the Wing

Wylan was returning back to the Armada. He felt a little beat by all the excitement of meeting so many new faces. But it would be good to go home as well. He wanted to collapse in his treehouse, and have a good long nap before he needed to start up his chores again.

Wylan was trotting off to the side of the group a little, looking out into the wilderness with curiosity when he realised there was a wolf watching them. “I’ll catch up!” he called out to Basilisk, and broke off to go see what the wolf was doing. “Hello!” He called out, voice friendly and welcoming. “You alright?”