Redhawk Caldera Not a wing flapper in sight.

Short post!

Cinder halted in his baby shuffling the moment the sudden air hit his ashen face in a small gust. To him, it felt like a glorious rushing wind that blew against and tickled the fur on his face, causing him to squint and momentarily lean back. The wind seemed to come from the large figure in front of him, and the youth let out a small yap, wriggling closer to greet them.