‘Let’s go,’ Lily hissed. ‘Don’t want to push our luck.’
‘Indeed,’ Leger said.
As the pair walked away, Leger took one final look at Iain who was sitting in the reeds, adjusting his wings. He seemed to balance rather well despite his disability. Leger couldn’t blame Kevin for wanting to protect his little son. He looked so small and fragile and who knew how his wing would develop as he aged. It was possible he might not be able to fly. To take care of him, without the help of Iain’s mother, must have been difficult and stressful.
Iain noticed Leger looking back at him and waved his wing. Leger smiled and winked back. Even though he had a borderline hostile relationship with the cygnet’s father, Leger suspected that as Iain grew into a cob, the pair of them would be firm friends.