The Lykaios turns her snapping round her eyes gleam as she sees what the smaller one was whining about. My own eyes focus on the shape. They looked like huge trees, floating on the sea. My brother releases a long low growl. The lykaios flaps its small wings and dashes off in the distance. I signal my brother and we shoot after them. The smaller lykaios follows. He hasnt fully matured and his small wing span means he flys slower than us. My brother slows to fly along with him giving me free roam to shoot past the leading lykaios and landing gently on the beautiful white beaches of Tenanye.