Ketair stretched, looking around his small den. He had come here recently, after travelling around the Nexus for large portion of his life. Ever since he was old enough to leave his home on Alskyr, he had been wandering, looking for a place to claim for his own. And maybe find other winged wolves.  He had visited a place called the Healing Den; there had been a large number of dragons there that he had never dreamed existed. There was also a wide variety of flits, he thought as his launched a mock attack on his tail.
"I know you want to explore some more, but can I wake up first? You can be entirely too hyper sometimes," the wolf sighed. The little bronze flit stopped and looked at his bond; Ketair could read the mild confusion coming from the smaller mind. "No, I'm not mad, Spark; I want to explore this place, too. But maybe we should see if there is anything interesting going on at Falas or Treval. My mom said they are fun places; lots of interesting dragons come out of both places. There are supposed to be a few wolves there too. Maybe we could get a pretty female to come back with me?"
Spark chittered, in a tone that sounded disturbingly like a laugh.
"What's so funny? You don't think I'm handsome enough to get a pretty female? Even if I'm not, I could describe all the wide open space here, and I'm sure some lonely female, who's tired of a busy town, would jump at the chance to come with me. This Malnev looks like it will be a wonderful place to live, and eventually have a family." He stopped and thought for a few minutes.
When he continued, he sounded a little wistful. "I'd like to start my own pack, settle down, have little cubs running around. There aren't any winged wolves here, at least that I've seen any traces of. Even some people wouldn't be bad; though, I do like these animal people here. Are you up for heading to Falas, then? I haven't taken you there yet. I might be able to find you a firelizard friend there, if you want. Or would you rather try Treval? I don't know if they have flits, but I'd like to see what their dragons look like." The flit perked up, and jumped to the wolf's silver back, apparently eager to leave now.
"I'll take that as a yes. Which place would you rather try? Falas?" The flit was quiet. "Treval?" Spark chirped. "Okay then. Treval it is." Ketair shook his head a little; his mother would laugh if she saw him taking advice from a flit. He trotted out of his den, stretched his wings, gave a couple warm-up flaps, and took off.

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