one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

He wrinkles his nose, "Well then, a rabbit it is, because I'm just one of me. So...." a laugh, Shanks looks at her as they go. "It will be faster if you climb onto my back, then we will be gone and return swifter." he tells her, pausing.

Morag flushes, sure he will be yelled at, then the silvery dusting creeps across his skin, and wings are unfurled as he strides to the window and shoves it open. "WE are going out." he replies with a tiny grin. "I.. uh.. we are going..f-flying. So, w-wrap your arms around my neck and shoulders and hold on tight."

[jet pack blues]

Dezi nodded, her mind seemingly wandering as he spoke. She noticed his stopping and gave him a blank stare before realizing that he had asked her to climb onto his back. "Oh, right... sorry!" The girl hopped onto the wolf-man's back, and held an awkward grip on his neck.

Zeke pursed his lip, and sat back down on his bed. He shook his head, as if to turn down the offer. "Sorry," he said in a hoarse voice. "I think I may be getting a little sick..." He gave a cough, and looked to Morag.

[Alpha*]

Morag takes a step closer and touches Zeke's cheek - warm fingers against cool skin, then soft silver light. "There, all better. Lets go." The creature withdraws his hand and takes a step back. "I brought dinner?"

Shanks laughs, and shakes his head, before one hand holds her hands and the other grips her leg - a minute before the golden-red make wolf is where he was - a very large one, with a girl on his back. "Ready?" is rumbled.

[jet pack blues]

Zeke frowned slightly, and accepted his fate. Besides, he wanted to try and make amends. Maybe this was his chance. "Sounds good," he said, trying to seem a little enthusiastic. He was actually pretty hungry.

Dezi took a fistful of the wolf's scruff, and nodded. "Ready," she confirmed.

[Alpha*]

His muscles bunch, they coil and then they are bounding away - down the steps in three great leaps, and he is laughing when humans screech to get out of the way. Like he'd hit them! Most wer-wolves are small, he is the last of the Luga Ru, much larger... and... different... It isn't long before they are deep into the woods and he stops, scenting, "Wanna ride along on the hunt? You'll be safe up there!"

Morag flushes, maybe the other saying he didn't feel well was his Q to leave... oh well. Too late. "Well, what are you waiting for? Afraid to fall? I can hold you in my arms? but if you are on my back as we fly you could stand up, and I wouldn't let you hit anything. Oh yeah, leave your shoes here."

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae giggled wildly, unable to control her laughter until they had stopped. She was honestly having fun. "Yes," she told him, a huge grin still remaining on her face.

Zeke hesitated for a moment. "Morag, can't I just ride on my broom?" he asked. He wasn't too keen on getting a piggy back ride from his pal.

[Alpha*]

"Nope!" is laughed by Morag, warming up more and more to the idea of giving his best and truest friend a piggy-back ride in the sky. "Come on. Are you scared? I promise you'll be safe with me. Please? I have a surprise for you." Tonight was a rare night, a night that can only be seen from the sky... and not on a broom. Then, there is that infectious grin, and laugh with hope and light all about the monster. "Trust me Zeke."

"Alright, but you must be quiet, this won't work if you arn't and I'd hate to leave you!" Shanks replies. The wolf has tilted his head over at her, and licks her arm in a sloppy kiss. " 'kay?" Then, he has taken off, towards the scents of deer, and a river.

[jet pack blues]

Zeke rolled his eyes. "Sure," he replied with somewhat of an attitude, but besides that, his tone was indifferent. Once again hesitating, he hopped onto Morag's back, feeling really weird with his lanky arms and legs gawkily holding onto another's skin.

Dezarae nodded, smiling and gently stroking the wolf's head before they took off again. She held onto its fur, and leaned down, trying to get her face out of the cold.

[Alpha*]

Morag whoops excitement, ignoring the additude and steps onto the window sill with the other. Then, he, er they, fall. They fall seven stories from the tower and just as they are about to hit the ground those wings of his snap open and they soar high again. Laughing he peeks at the other, "Isn't this fun Ezekial?" he asks joyiously. That bag is held tight, as are the hands of his best friend, it would not do to loose him. They go higher.

Shanks snorts, "I'm not a pet, but that feels nice," despite himself.Then, they have startled a herd of deer who run on the river banks, and he runs among them. "Reach out and touch one, watch their Grace. Arn't they beautiful?"

[jet pack blues]

Zeke hid his eyes and stifled a scream, feeling his stomach plummet and his heart stop as they fell closer and closer to the ground. After he heard Morag speak, she dared to look up, and saw the dark night around them. "I-I guess," he said, clenching his jaw right.

Dezi smiled. Shanks was just grumpy about it. As they came across the deer, her gray-blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never seen these creatures so close before. The human reached out with one hand, the other still holding tight to the wolf. She grazed the coat of a doe, and a grin came across her face. "Beautiful!" she said over the wind.