The newly hatched young drake was immensely dependent on the Wind Falcon, sticking closely to the Falcon's chubby belly, occasionally making mewling sounds.
The Wind Falcon felt quite helpless, feeling the young drake climbing on its belly, it couldn't help but spread its light blue wings and fly into the sky.
The young drake followed behind with a wobbly head, but after all, it had just hatched and, despite its higher rank, its strength was much weaker than the Wind Falcon fledgling. It was quickly left behind by the Wind Falcon.
"Roar..."
The young drake finally ran out of strength, struggled a few times, and unwillingly landed on the ground, letting out a distressed call.
High in the sky, the Wind Falcon halted upon hearing the cry, its broad light blue wings held up its round body. After a few flaps, it eventually turned around and flew towards the young drake.
