"Got it!"
The males quickly scattered, each transforming into their true form and getting to work.
Corbin Crowley's bone wings sliced through the nearest ancient tree with ease.
Rhys Blackwood's serpent tail swept across, snapping the thick trunk into three pieces in an instant.
Zeke Veridian flicked his fingers, wind blades swirling as the wood was shaved into planks in the blink of an eye.
Malachi Arcanus raised an eyebrow, a teasing curve at his lips: "Are you guys building a nest or a palace?"
"Build whatever you want, nest or palace. We're going to scout the terrain and figure out how to set traps."
Corbin Crowley tossed out this cold remark, spread his bone wings, and soared toward the highest point of the canyon.
Rhys Blackwood shifted into Aethel Serpent form and shot up, following in a flash.
Zeke Veridian's emerald eyes flickered, dumped the chores on Malachi, and went up as well.
