Who said food can't also be foe?

Wylan was watching his sister, and waiting for an answer. He no longer noticed the lush grass beneath his paws, or the hint of the wind back the way they had come. If he had more than a moment to think about it, the healer in him would have been fascinated by all the growth around them and the scent of herbs hidden in the beautiful foliage. But today he wasn’t a healer, he was a fighter, and his sister was in trouble.

Before she could respond to him, the moose suddenly charged. When it turned on his sister the mostly peaceful Wylan growled and started to move forward. Unfurling his wings on either side of him as he attempted to make himself look big and threatening.

Before he had a chance or needed to attack the backside of the moose, its charge led it to a tree which it smacked with abundance. It wasn’t a very clever creature, was it? This clearly gave his sister a clever if dangerous idea. “uhh..be careful!” he called after his sister, who didn’t stick around long enough to hear any criticism on her plan. Truthfully, he hadn’t thought of any yet. It also looked like he wasn’t really going to have time. The moose was shaking of its daze and was looking at him. He flicked his unfurled wings a couple times. “Come and get me, dumbo!” he called out, buying his sister whatever time she needed to get into position. “Uh oh…”he said when it kicked a hoof, and started to charge. “Ahhh!!” he said helpfully as he turned, and ran. Leading it towards a tree, and folding in his wings as he did so. It wasn’t easy to fold in wings when he was running, the draft fought against him. But he got them tucked away right before he would collide with the tree. He rolled away, and ducked under it, trying to be small and quiet as it smashed into the tree. That way, its dazed state, Wynter could have her turn next.

WC: 353
Total: 1372


"Wylan Fatalis"