Redhawk Caldera sylvia

He nestled his head in the the soft, plushy fur, rubbing it against all that grey goodness and really making himself at home. With closed eyes and a yawn to bring forth the sleepy empire, Asbestos curled onto the wolf's back and settled in for the night. That was, until his sweet dreams turned into a nightmare that turned into a reality.

Asbestos freaked.

Wings flailing, he twisted and turned inside the creature's mouth as he pushed and pulled his way outside of those snapping teeth. "EEEEEEE!" he shrieked in all the fancy high-pitched bat noises he could emit just this side of sonar. Still, he flapped and pushed himself out of the wolf's mouth only to roll across the ground and land atop his head.

He lifted his now soggy wings and grumped a bit. "Bad minion." He pointed a wing numb in the wolf's direction. "Bad. Bad minion!" He rolled back to his belly and stood up on his tiny bat feet. Nubs on his hips, he stared back at the wolf while he tapped his foot.