Home is where the floor is

Wylan was so busy feeling sorry for himself that he didn't realise Marina was injured until she stumbled. He'd been mourning his treehouse, worrying about his wings. Worrying about his mothers home thay had been under the tree. Trying to think about anything but his pain as Marina unburied his back.


And then she stumbled.

He gasped, shooting forward to catch her. At least, he had planned to. Instead he yelped when he put weight on his left foreleg and it gave out. Broken. The motions jostled his wings, and pain exploded all around him. 


But Marina was asking him to get up. He wrestles his way to his paws again. Avoiding the broken one this time. He finally looked properly at his friend. “Crap.” The gentle wolf said, seeing her leg.