Rythm blinked his eyes as a sign of alright. Padding over, he forgot about his paw and set it down, tripping forward. He caught himself though, and grasped the opposite side of the carcass. Before lifting into flight, he pulled down his goggles and turned to glance at the Wingless wolves. How weird they were, without wings. They didn't seem any harm, though, and he wished very much he could become friends with some of them, to learn their flightless ways. He turned his head back around and lifted into the air.