Blade only gave Aira a small, distracted nod as he listened intently to Sabreil, who was spinning another one of her tales.
Zara was seated near Blade as she listened intently. The white she-wolf loved to hear the pup's stories.
Sabreil glared at Aira briefly. The young light blue pup flapped her wings once in annoyence before turning back to Blade and Zara. "As I was saying, the golden fox had my wing pinned to the ground with its razor sharp teeth and the brown badger was barreling towards us at a speed that would have surprised the wolves of the stars,"she told them, her voice sounding grave yet entrawling dispite her age. "I knew that if I wanted to survive I would have to make the altament sacrofise.......My wing. Taking in a quick, calming breath, I ripped myself away from the fox and moved aside just in time for the badger to slam into the fox. Dispite the searing pain in my bloodly, torn wing I ran away as fast as I could. I never saw these emimies again, but I have a pernament gift from that day,"she pointed to the faint scars in her left wing.