Drift sunk his sharp little claws a bit too deep in Swiftpaw's head. The winged fox winced and snarled, jerking his head back sharply to make Drift lose his grip. "Get off my head, now! Now! NOW!!"
The owl rolled once and sunk his claws harmlessly into the thicker ruff of fur along Swiftpaw's shoulders. Drift squeaked in a panic, afraid he might fall off as Swiftpaw flapped his wings, rising quickly on a strong updraft of wind. He could see Skri and Sythe far above them and Chel farther below.
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Vicky -T-
aww!! someone get Drift!! poor thing looks so scared in the last frame!