[For Ain, it's so big it's like he's sleeping under a tent. He could easily create a pillow-fort out of this dragon wing, assuming he could convince Wolfwood to stay still long enough.]
Mmm...nah, not really. Sometimes a little when it gets real cold, but they're old wounds.
[Even now, the sunlight coming in through the cave entrance filters through the small holes in his wings near the edges, dotting Ain's face and skin like stars.]
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Mmm...nah, not really. Sometimes a little when it gets real cold, but they're old wounds.
[Even now, the sunlight coming in through the cave entrance filters through the small holes in his wings near the edges, dotting Ain's face and skin like stars.]