Calabric’s wings irregularly chopped the air as he flew, but that was standard. Morticia had heard from his own beak that his right wing had been mangled by a large black direwolf called Israropos. She imaged that had been in one of the wars that he fought in. He was the solid definition of a warrior. Nevermore flew ahead this time, as Calabric had insisted.
Nevermore turned his head back and called to the old owl. “Should we rest, sir?”
“What, are you weary already, crow?” He spat.
“Right.” Nevermore mumbled, focusing on the sky before him.
They’d been flying for hours now. Morticia drifted back to fly beside her masked father. “Da, perhaps we should rest…”
“For my sake? No, I can manage like I always have.”
Morticia paused for a moment before she called up to Zendaya and Nevermore. “We’re taking a break!”
Calabric grumbled something, but followed Morticia as she banked to the left and swoo