Orien practically blasted off with his stubby legs, claws scrabbling against the floor as he shot forward like a tiny cannonball.
For a moment, he was all tangled in the blanket, tail whipping helplessly, wings twitching as if he were fighting for his life. By the time he finally wriggled free, he sat panting, his eyes narrowed, glaring back at the so-called safety blanket.
Obviously, it had been a trap.
If someone as great as him had nearly perished inside, then clearly any criminal caught in its folds would never escape.
No wonder that kid felt safe in there. The little sprite was smarter than he looked.
