[Seasonal Event] The morning after

Isla's amber eyes grew wide, her fur ruffling ever so slightly at the magnificent wings that unfurled from Remi's sides. Her jaw dropped for a moment - a hilarious look on a lioness - and it took a moment and a mental shake for her to get her bearings again. Whether or not you can actually fly, that is incredible... I... were I a veterinarian I would be very interested in studying those one day. Letting out a huff, she turned her attention to other things to stop from feeling envious (it was bad enough that Remi could do this at will). First was trying to keep balanced, and then was trying to learn how to playfight with teeth and claws. A playful growl thrummed up in her chest as he slung a hefty paw over her and bit at her ear. Her jaws opened and she bared her teeth, flopping onto her back again to bare her belly and try to swipe at his chin. Hunting? I... I don't think I am a very good hunter, Remi. But if you would teach me I can try. ISLA pray for me pray to me