<span style="color: #BF4000">"Thanks for the warning."</span>Jerar joked as he stood, shaking the rubble off of him.  He managed to painfully fold one of his wings close to him in an attempt to warm it up. He looked at the other wing and frowned.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Kiri."</span>His voice suddenly serious.  This wing was crippled horribly, hanging limp at his side. The cold that whipped through the hole above him didn't bother him, nor did he care which way they went.  The thought of not being able to fly stabbed him through the chest.  If it hurt, at least he knew it could be fixed.  But it hung there by his side, lifeless.