Moonspear Take a break from the surface

He liked Lyra. She was nice. When asked about his own name, the boy wrinkled his nose slightly then attempted to say it. "Air........eeees," he managed, smiling afterward like he had won an award. Still, he prefered silence, but he relished in the fact that he had been able to say both his and Lyra's name. 

He gave a small wag of his tail, lowering himself down into a play-bow. Normally that would only have been offered to his family, but Lyra was nice. He had even given Charon and Hydra the chance to play with him, but they had instead shoved him to the ground. He didn't want to ever play with them anymore.