Moonspear keep flying

Oh. That was interesting. He would have enjoyed snapping at mice if they were around, but his demeanor grew a tad sheepish when she went on to call him out on his travels. He thought he had it well in hand personally, but if she was pulling rank, he wasn't about to argue. Hanging out with her seemed more fun than pushing through the snow alone anyway.

"Yeah. Says I owe them to make it up." He said, tail waving slightly as he followed without argument. He didn't disagree; they hadn't killed him, had they? Quite the opposite really. "S why I'm practicing," he finished somewhat proudly. She might have her doubts, but he was merely happy to have made it this high. Progress!