Lucas soared through the trunks, weaving among trees, gliding over the tops and letting his wings stretch and flap. He really needed to remember to come out more than once every couple of months, regardless of the fact that he could change whenever he wanted.
He could smell Lukas behind him, running through the forest, and he ducked down in front of him, before rising to the treetops again. Fuck, he'd really missed this.