Chapter 5
Setting: After 7th Book
Warnings: None
Pairing: Fang and Iggy
Rating: T
"Oomph!" Iggy landed face first on the rust colored soil of a canyon ledge. He had been flying all day, but now his pure white wings were now covered in the orange dust as it settled around him. Among the many things that bounced around in Iggy's mind, the main one was getting something to drink.
There's got to be water here somewhere... Iggy thought as he managed to stand up, shaking the sediment off of his feathered appendages. As he began to walk around, he located the nearest wall of a cave with what were delicate hands, but had become rougher and torn from the tired landing. While his fingers traced along the edges of the wall, something fell on his head from above.
Upon closer inspection, Iggy located a lower point in the cave's ceiling where water seemed to be collecting, then falling to the dry, dusty floor. The tall avian sprawled out facing upward toward the ceiling drip, and allowed his tongue to absorb the water, though sandy in texture, he figured it would do.
After having his fill of water, Iggy noticed the drop in temperature, and decided it must have turned to night while he was drinking. Just then, the chilly evening air began to blow into the cave, causing the strawberry blonde to shiver. Huddling behind a near rock, Iggy found it hard to conserve his body heat. "When will this night be over?" he sadly mumbled to himself. "Where in the world is Fang?" Iggy whimpered, dreading the freezing night that lay ahead for him.