Kintla Flatlands The World I Used to Know

Peskie wolfisies were peskies. Silly wolfsies. Running and romping around when batkind had food quite literally delivered on the wind. He didn't understand it. He watched, hanging upside down from the trees as he wrapped his tiny bat claws around him and hooked his leathery wings together. All the running seemed like quite a waste of effort. The sky offered freedom. Earthbound creatures were very. Very strange.

Then again, so was he. Most bats weren't active during the day. He ignored that detail as he lingered and watch the wolves drive the herd towards who knew where. It didn't matter. He could not eat deer. Only bugs. With a huff, he watched them drive them off and tucked his head beneath a wing to wait out the approach of darkness.

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