Max P.O.V

The sun melted into the horizon, staining the Arizona desert in an orange light. Of course I can't enjoy such beautiful sights, though I see them a lot, I've never been able to sit back and watch just that one scene, nope, I have to scan the skies, see what new mutant invention The School has come up with to try and kill us. They've been slacking lately; I haven't seen a new tool of destruction for a while. Lucky me. I'm sure you see them everyday, right?

I tucked in my wings and dove for a nearby cliff ledge. The wind sailed past my face, whipping through my sandy blonde hair. I spat out a few strands of it as I landed. My flock alighted in the cave gracefully, all except for Gazzy, who got caught in an updraft and landed clumsily. He can land so well on his face. Maybe that's his new skill besides setting off a methane gas-lethal-explosion-of death, his new face-landing would be an improvement.

Fang immediately set to starting a fire, while the rest of the flock unloaded their packs. Iggy got our banquet-de-hot-dogs out of the package and speared a few onto some new-found sticks. I unrolled our two blankets for "the kids"-Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge- to sleep on. Iggy, Fang, and I always slept on the bare ground. You mean you don't? You really should, it's great for your back.

Just as dusk was falling, Iggy began passing out hot dogs. Total, whose wings were full grown now, at nine-and-a-half feet, was wheeling around our heads. Now that he could fly, he wouldn't stop.

"Hey, Total, you wanna eat or not!" Iggy growled at him good-naturedly. Total huffed and gently floated back down to earth.

"It's not fair! You guys have been flying all your lives, and now that I get my wings, you hardly ever let me fly!" Total complained loudly.

"All we asked you to do was sit down and eat. You can go flying right after this." I assured him, he could be so hot-headed sometimes, but he settled down, and scarfed his hot dogs. Angel patted him behind the ears. Total stretched his neck out to lick her hand. Disgusting, dog slobber was not for me.

Angel was curled up on the deep green blanket with Total snuggled up against her, her arms rapped around his furry chest. I pulled up the blanket and tucked it around her shoulders. Nudge had finally shut up and laid her head down on her backpack. Her black hair splayed out around her caramel colored face. A smile flickered across her face, probably thinking about cute shoes, as if we could buy any. Gazzy's bright blonde Mohawk was crinkled and bent out of shape. I kissed his forehead and patted back his hair.

Fang had positioned himself by the entrance of the cave. He looked as if he had been carved from stone. Eyes staring out into the black of night, the moon shining over some lake a few miles from our camp. I banked the fire, and curled up in the corner. Iggy had moved up next to Fang and they were talking quietly now. I fell asleep to the sound of their voices.

Fang P.O.V

I looked around the cave, the kids one big lumpy pile on the blankets, Iggy asleep next to the fire, and Max soundly sleeping in the corner. Her arms were bent at the elbows, curving around her head, giving her a vulnerable look. She breathed deeply, hair spread out. I closed my eyes and listened to her breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale exhale. The lake off in the distance shimmered in the moon's light, turning it to silver. It was beautiful. An idea popped into my head but I quickly pushed it away. What was wrong with me? Thoughts like that could be dangerous to my sanity. I shut them out and focused my attention on the night.

A full four hours had passed by the time I couldn't keep my eyes open. Max was still sleeping like a freaking angel, how could I possibly wake her up? I wouldn't, Iggy could take the next watch. I stood silently and strowed over to where Iggy, who looked half dead, and shook him awake. Ig got up groggily and stumbled to the cave entrance. I crept next to Max, and lay down. Much to my embarrassment, she groaned and shifted closer to me, pressing her back against my chest. Iggy looked back and smirked at me. I flicked him off, and then rested my chin lightly on top of Max's head. She took my hand and pulled it over her like a blanket. Iggy was stifling laughter; I'd get back at him later. Now I could enjoy myself.

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Good job, Max! Fang is so tolerant of Iggy. Don't worry, Iggy has it coming to him.

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