Wylan was returning to his comfy little spot on the grass with a plate of food balanced awkwardly between a wing and his shoulder. His steps were measured and careful before he came to a stop, and managed to catch the plate before it could fall.

He placed it on the ground beside him, and playfully swatted at Glacier when his polar bear companion thought he could swipe a piece of dried meat off the plate. ”I already gave you a serving!” he pointed out to his forgetful friend. Grinning, he plunked his bum on the ground beside the food, and snagged a piece of rolled up meat. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it smelled amazing.



"Wylan Fatalis"

She had briefly ran away to explore, taking moments to see new people and things. It was mainly the smell of the large man's plate that caught the girls attention. While she was typically timid, everyone seemed in good spirits so she figured it would be a safe place. Plus, she doubted her parents would throw her anywhere she could be harmed.

The man had glorious wings, something she had never seen before. Dumbfounded, she would stare at him for minutes. Observing his relationship with the giant bear, they seemed friends, from what she could tell. Was the bear a pet? How could he break such a creature? She continued to scare, quite unsettlingly so, before she walked over.

"Hello sir! Is that your pet?" she would ask as she nodded towards the bear. She was young but wasn't foolish enough to walk right up to the man. Instead, she kept a safe distance.

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Wylan perked up as a voice distracted him, clearly directed his way. He raised his head, and grinned at the tiny, much younger pup. Wow! There really were a lot of wolves here, and he was far from being the youngest. His tail picked up a little behind him and his expression was warm and inviting. “Glacier? No, he’s not a pet, he’s a friend” he explained with a giggle. He watched Glacier as the polar bear flopped on his back in front of them, begging for food.

“I found him when he was just a few weeks old, and my mum helped me nurse him back to health.” He explained, managing to talk about his mother without an outwards wince. It was true, he’d been keeping a subtle eye out for her the entire time he was here. Some small, whisper of a hope.


"Wylan Fatalis"