The flight back to the den was fast and silent, the steady beating of Kulu's massive red wings cutting through the cool evening air.
Hana sat securely in his arm, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as the wind whipped her hair against her face.
Below them, Caspian was a swift black blur on the ground, matching their speed as he hauled the last massive crate, while Raiden hung on his talon, his pink tails trailing like embers in the twilight.
This time, they didn't need to worry about the board getting attacked by the fox clan and let them trek back on their own. If something did happen, then the fox clan would face annihilation. That much was clear.
By the time they touched down on the ledge of their main den, the moon was already climbing high, casting a silver glow over the territory.
The Boars there were efficiently packing away the final crates into the temporary storage zones under the low-hanging rocks.
