Galo snorts as he decides clothes can wait until morning. His wings fold up against his back as he slips down into the nest. He settles over Lio and into his arms. He wraps his arms around him and presses his face against the top of his head. His wings fan out over both of them.

He reaches out and pulls the furs over them both. “Better be late morning they check on us.” Galo grumbles but it’s good natured. So much has changed already. He can feel the difference the flight living in the forest is making.

The balance...is a little better. He shifts to lay them on their sides and tucks a wing around Lio.