Rainbow Hills — Mandatory Spa Day [Open]

Larkspur blinked, not all that bother by the she-wolf's chattering. Their nails clicked lightly against the rock beneath their paws, absorbing the description of the wolf in question - a scythe wielding wolf with massive dragon-wings? "No sorry," Larkspur said, thinking about a wolf like that. And they'd thought their and their siblings' wings had been strange - so there were feathered wings like their own, insect-like wings like Snapdragon's and now dragon wings. Which they presumed were scaly and probably also not vulnerable to the inconvenience that was molting. A bead of jealousy briefly flickered to life in their chest before they dismissed it - their wings were beautiful and though feathers were on another level of infuriating to care for, they couldn't imagine themself any other way by now. "You're the first wolf I've seen in a while. Before the flood, I was moving through an empty patch." They think it had been... half a month's time since the last time they saw another wolf? There had been some awfully large, awfully dangerous cats that claimed that patch of land and so they suspected that like themselves, any wolves in the area had been trying to clear as quickly and quietly as possible. "Get me back into the air though... I'll help you look," Larkspur promised. And they meant it. If Reed Blackpaws could keep them alive and generally well enough to get back into the sky... well, what better way to search for another wayward flier than by taking to the skies themself? It was the perfect deal.  --- Speech.