Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Flytail’s ears perked as he heard his name. He turned from his work, his striking blue eyes locking onto Yars. A small smile tugged at his lips, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. “Yars?” he asked, his voice warm with a hint of amusement. “What brings you here tonight, niece?” He stepped forward, the fading sunlight casting a soft glow over his dark fur and the quiet strength he carried. His expression was one of quiet expectation, a mentor waiting for the next lesson. “What is it you’re after this time?” he asked, his tone both patient and attentive.
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Luna16