[open] the night that i walked

[bolder]

There is a look of delight on his face, softening the otherwise sharp expression normally found on a wolf. The only other shifters that Bolder has known have been his Uncle and Aunt, and before that, he had known none. He had grown up thinking that such magic was rare. There had been no shapeshifters in the North (not that he was aware of) and Bolder had been taught that those who took too many shapes lost track of their own.

But this blue-iridescent girl seems to know who she is, and Bolder takes this as one more sign that his father just didn't understand who he was.

The dark-russet wolf leaps forward, moving in silent agreement to Sickle's suggestion. He keeps a cautious eye on the phoenix, thinking that if there was an egg expert between them, it would most likely be the bird. Oceanus disappears overhead and the lanky hunter slows, coming to an eventual stop once the tree canopy hides most of the blue sky. Bolder still isn't entirely sure that he wants his companion to come from an egg, but the other shifter had suggested they start there, and the rapport he feels from their shared gift makes him trust her.

Bolder shifts again, thinking that a vantage point from the branches might make their search easier.

To what?

His brain imagines the hawk he often becomes while flying around Hyaline. But ever since Uncle Gale had shown him the power of more, Bolder decides to try something different. He recalls a bird - not as majestic as Erne or as colorful as Oceanus - but the young adolescent wolf becomes a tawny puffin that balances awkwardly on a thick tree limb when it lands. This won't work he thinks, before turning into a brown squirrel that races up the rest of the tree, stopping only to glance back for Sickle.

@Sickle