Meanwhile,… Swiftpaw clung to the branches. The branches weren't thick enough for him to pull himself up on. There was one good thing about the constant effort of trying to hold on. Swiftpaw was very close to rolling up a side and with it, he hoped, his wings would grow to a useable size.
A glittering glow suddenly ruffled through the fox's fur, accompanied by a tingling sensation. Just a moment longer. Swiftpaw struggled to hang on, with Drift perched atop his head. "Hold on, Drift…" Letting go would do it.
"… Swift?" Drift hooted uncertainly. He was having a difficult time with holding onto Swiftpaw as it was.
Swiftpaw let go. He rolled backwards into the air. Within moments, the bluish glow fully enveloped his body, the specialized nanites activating fully to progress the change. Swiftpaw flapped his wings desperately, the muscles strengthening and lengthening with bones and feathers. His body also grew and his tail separated into two plumes.
Just short of hitting the tree tops, the change completed and the fox's wings stabilized, perfectly. He skimmed the treetops with Drift still clinging to the fur on his head.
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Refugnic
Now this move was more than reckless. After all, he couldn’t have known, that he’d develop wings strong enough…or did he?