Mirawynd has been contentedly snuggled inside Reba’s half-zipped jacket ever since their human helped her strap into the copilot’s seat...

“Okay, Nyx, there’s our signal!” Abigail calls over her shoulder at some near-imperceptible movement of one of the other three darters...

The next day, Potts finds himself in the co-pilot’s seat of Major Ioane’s darter. It’s hardly the first time he’s flown with her like...