Viksa had once again managed to sneak away from his father, he stuck to the shadows and trees so that even if his father found him, he could get away, because in the trees the wingless Son had an advantage over his Winged father, he didnt have to worry about wingsails getting snagged on branches, which meant he could move faster through wooded areas.
However Viska wasn't about to bring attention to himself as he'd spotted a shadow moving through the trees, he couldn't scent it but the shape didnt seem to be that of his parent, he hoped his sisters were doing okay, he'd not seen them for a while. he brought his mind back to the present and slinking through the trees he tried to get away un noticed when a bird set up an alarm call, *chikchikchik* it went, and Viska bared his fangs at it.
