Being a knight was a great title, when you had a chance to use it."yea, it's a great title when you can use it!" he agrees with her as he searches the ground. It didn't take long before his flapping turned up loose moss he could use for bedding. It was soft and warm, once dried out of course.
"So what brought you here?" he looks back at her curiously. The Akrasia magic of course seemed to be the thing to bring others here. Heck he was dumped into a crater, on his face!
"Nope, I've only recently started trying. Wings can get quite tiring when you don't use them.. But I can't wait! The view from above has to be amazing. he gives a small grin and longing sky. "There is magic in these lands you know. Who's to say you won't grow wings!" he looks to her party teasing, tail wagging with a chuckle.
"The flying lessons are great! But the teacher wants me to give him all my leather scraps and things in return. " he rolled his eyes at the thought, but it was a decent deal! If he could get in the air they could keep the scraps!
While he waits for her to reply Malachi took the moss he had found and goes to tuck it into his spacious den he'd dug out. One that still needed a small top for ventilation, now that he thought about it. "Just place the bedding in the pile inside of my den, if you don't mind.."
He continued to sift the ground looking for leaves, moss- or even a possible trail if he found one.
----Dice roll: perception
Success: he finds something for bedding
Fail: nothing is found, minior injury happens
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