
Ean stretched his wings. Things seemed a lot smaller today. He wasn't really sure why. He dug his claws into the earth and stretched his pup-legs to full length with a yawn. It was cold out today. Not freezing, but still chilly. A fire perhaps. Ean ran through the brush and nosed out some wood. When it was pushed together in a pile, Ean stared at it, thinking hard. I can make this burn. I know I can. Come on. He was so focused on the wood he didn't noticed anything else.