Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190723144653/@comment-36159587-20190725172115

"Lost?" someone asked, a playful tone in his voice.

Back in the alley, Hitan sat against a barrel, knowing he couldn't fly for a bit. If he risked flying in such short intervals, his wings were likely to rip from their disks, and he was not going to try to stretch the limits there.