"Forget your fight!" Swiftpaw pawed at the air, circling around Skri and Sythe. "Chel needs help and I'm NOT big enough!"
"Chel?" Skri cocked her head aside curiously.
"Skri, Skri, she is a friend!" The fox spoke quickly.
"Well, then … where is she? Did she fall?" Sythe demanded impatiently.
"Follow me!" Swiftpaw folded his wings and dropped like a rock. Drift hung on for dear life, screeching in terror. Sythe sighed and nodded to Skri.
"I was getting bored anyway." Skri shrugged her wings and back flipped to follow the fox. Sythe vanished in a blast of light.
