WolfOfProphecys
Ten Thousand Club
Ash's wing seemed fine, at least fine for the state it was already in. She cooed in pain, even as the gentle fingers of her rider brushed over the damaged appendage. She blinked slowly at him, gently pulling her wing closer to her body as if to protect it, only for it to get stuck at the awkward angle it was splinted at. She huffed, and looked at her rider sadly, 'm fine She mumbled, flicking her tail, 'm not doing that again She muttered, then moved closer to her rider slowly, huffing a small cloud of dark, thick smoke