“I do. How we all shift seems unique to the individual. But I always get to pick.” He looks around at the pile and kneels down, folding his wings.

“Climb on and I’ll take us up. We can find another.” His tail curls around him. Adding another stair step up to his broad back. He puffs a bit of frost into the air.

“Anything I become I have to have seen and have a memory of it.”