***Wolf’s POV***
Isiandor and I flew into Tyrybblyn in the Crooked Mountains, and immediately I began to get hostility because of my wings. Istoviir climbed down off of Isiandor, and I said, “Isia, I will call you in a few weeks, take the time to yourself and have fun.”
“I will see you in a few weeks, my friend.” He said and then flew off.
Istoviir led me into the city and through the streets. I didn’t bother with my mask unless it was a purist city or I didn’t have Istoviir with me, he wanted me to be seen with him and liked showing me off. Ilythrin children were playing and one accidentally ran into my leg, knocking him down but I caught him quickly and set him back on his feet. “My dear child,” I began in Ilythrin, “are you alright?”
“Xas.” The little boy said, and ran o
