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[bolder]

As Bolder acquaints himself better with his shifting, he also better acquaints himself with the Hyalinean wildlife.

He hadn't been allowed to shift in Taiga. While he watched the various creatures of the Redwood Forest with the curiosity of youth, it was different in Hyaline. He could do more than just change the color of his coat, his height, or the angles of his slightly-dished face. So he took care to learn more.

In Hyaline, Bolder was learning what it was to shift. But thanks to Mazikeen, he was also learning what it was to become. (The striped boy most often takes the shape of a chestnut wolf prowling the woods.) Today, though, he is just himself and he takes a keen interest in the flock of dark birds above his moon-marked head. His first instinct is to darken his hide and the chestnut becomes a type of iridescent dark, a shadow that takes on multiple shades of blue, purple, and green.

Bolder momentarily flares his wings, allowing the odd color to shimmer in the sunlight.

One of the circling flock overhead breaks away from the group and as it flies towards the young pegasus, the color changes into a familiar pattern that Bolder recognizes as his Uncle. His grey eyes brighten, fascinated with how quickly and fluidly the elder horse can change. His own shifts aren't as swift and the way that Gale uses his gifts is admirable to the adolescent.

His russet ears flick back as he reveals, "I've shifted into a hawk." Bolder swallows his shame, "but I've never flown as one."

@ Gale