It seemed as the months passed rapidly as Achilles learned how to use his wings. The idea of having wings upon his first discovery seemed surreal. His wings were similar to those of a barn owl, whose colors somewhat matched Achilles's own. Achilles was primarily a auburn hue, with lighter brown tones closer to the top points of his body and face, and darker brown socks. The wings brought out the brown hues in his body, as barn owl wings are a mix of colors, primarily consisting of light brown, beige, and white.

Achilles had spent a lot of time practicing flying, going to random areas of Starfall and testing his limits. It made him almost appear as if he had 'disappeared', but as of late, the alpha was living amongst the treetops. It was the best way to observe the ongoings of the pack, but also practice gliding and training muscle in his back left leg. The wings had allowed Achilles to rest his leg that he injured many months ago by now, allowing it to fully heal, as he spent much more time flying nowadays compared to walking. It had returned to its prior, peak condition, before his incident that had ultimately led to the creation of his alter-ego, Paris. Because the wound was fully healed now, Paris showed up very rarely, only popping up and interrupting Achilles's normal cognitive and emotional functioning in moments of high stress and tension.

His steely gray eyes peered through the treetops of Sabertooth, keeping watch of the packlands below, as he had been doing a lot lately...it appeared as if these lands were desecrate, the only living bodies being those of Achilles and Pandora. Speaking of Pandora, she was probably worried sick about the crimson and leather clad male. They met through a soulmate tie that had appeared through the two of them many months ago, and had started to fall in love. In fact, they had admitted feelings. Achilles still felt this strong, romantic and emotional pull towards her, but partly in fear of these himself because they were new, he distracted himself by flying, which ultimately was more beneficial to him. Now that his back leg was in a much better condition, he might actually be able to start a family with the ivory lass that he fell in love with. Hopefully, she had not lost feelings or questioned his own interest. Achilles was certainly not going to be like the previous males she had been with, or at least he would try. He was new to the concept of love himself, so he was trying his best to tread lightly.

Speaking of Pandora, her pelt, which now glowed in similar hues to that of the sky, caught his attention. The lass was a fair distance away, but of course, Achilles would be able to detect her from a mile away. She was...rushing...towards the meeting clearing. Achilles cocked his head as he stood in the treetops. He could tell something was off. Before he had the chance to move, his lover howled twice, the first calling for a pack meeting and the second a call for Achilles himself. The brute had been planning on calling a pack meeting, but Pandora took the initiative, which Achilles appreciated for a second as his mind focused on Pandora's call for him. He hopped amongst the tree branches, causing a small rustle as he landed and immediately bounded to the next, trying to make himself not stand out. Surely, any new wolves that wanted to join might be scared by heavy rustling in the treetops. The pack did border the Ashen Woodlands after all, which were rumored to be as of late haunted by spirits. Achilles did not want anyone thinking spirits lived in Sabertooth, despite some of these lost souls having a more docile nature. He reached a tree that circled the meeting clearing, his eyes locking onto a male that had approached. "Excuse me, dear miss, are you in trouble?" He spoke, and as Achilles listened, another wolf hiding nearby caught his eye. This wolf had wings similar to that of a flying insect? Achilles took a mental note, before he directed his attention to the clearing.

"Pandra," Achilles spoke, his accent lacing her name as it always did. It was then when he jumped from the branch that was once supporting him, spreading his wings as he glided down towards the sky-painted lass and this new male. The crimson-leather clad landed gently next to Pandora, covering, almost wrapping her with his one wing when he settled. Almost as if it were a side hug, and naturally, he would rub against her side too. "She's okay. Tank ya for your concern." He said to the male quickly, but he then turned his attention to the beautiful lass beside him. Achilles whispered softly in Pandora's ear, "I've missed you my love...I'm sorry I've been gone for so long." His steely eyes expressed regret and sadness, the navy blue band in his one iris appearing to expand, as it normally did when he was experiencing negative emotions. He followed his words with a small nuzzle, before turning his attention back to this male. "I'm Achilles, the alpha of these lands known as Sabertooth. What shall I call tch'ya?" He made sure to take his time speaking and annunciating so that his accent would be hidden, but also provide a sense of superiority. Upon asking for the male's name, his tone relaxed, now portraying a friendlier, lighter tone.

The crimson and leather clad male would give his guest time to speak, but also give time for Pandora to speak before directing his attention to where he saw that peculiar wolf with almost faerie like wings. He stepped toward her location, his pace somewhat speedy but also non-threatening. He would then stop about 10 feet away from her. "Aren't tch'ya going to join us?" Achilles asked, putting a small, welcoming smile on his face. It was at this point he turned back towards his love and the new male, and upon reaching them, he once again sat next to his sky-painted lover, attempting to wrap his wing once again comfortably around her.

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