Gyrfalcon's Keep i've seen you fly on paper wings halfway across the world

Being an only child had been both a gift and a curse. It would've been a great gift if he had had a pair of loving parents to spoil his every desire -- and though he had not had this fairytale outcome, his mother had been very loving until the day that he left. On the other hand, it was a horrible curse because not having siblings meant not having someone to grow up with. He had always been the oddball, when he was just beginning to walk the other kids of his pack were busy being too cool for school learning other big-kid stuff.

Still there was something about the little boy's eyes that made the silver wolf's heart 'steel' heart melt. He seemed so eager of knowing things, but at the same time so recollected and respectful --which was the complete opposite of what he had been as a child. He listened intently as the boy recalled an attack made to his own mother and to.. Junior? Was he talking about Peregrine's miracle child that rose from the dead? Oh yeah, she had taken a vacation around here hadn't she?

The man's eyes fell on the kid as he pushed aside a small bush, Then what are we waiting for?, he barked in a playful yet incitating voice. If the kid was up for it he'd be willing to escort him to the top, though truth be told he wouldn't know how to act if something were to happen to the young one.