Little Hong stood stunned. She had thought she'd have to talk herself blue in the face and still might not get the answer she wanted. She had even planned to act pitiful in front of her Mother if her Father disagreed, to wear her down and convince her to speak on her behalf. She never expected her Father to be so open-minded. 'He's so much more likable than Xiao Cheng's father.'
"Father," the Little Falcon cub chirped happily, then replied, conflicted, "I don't know, Father. I can fly, so should I find a bird-type child husband, so we can fly wing to wing together?"
Yin Jiang said with an amused laugh, "Cub, since we have wings, there aren't many places we can't go, so your options are much wider.
Actually, land beasts aren't bad either. They can carry you around everywhere, especially in dense forests where Flying Beasts are at a disadvantage."
