[ His back straightens when she snaps, a hand going to the hilt of his dagger. Peter loves danger almost as much as he enjoys making new friends, and he's pleased she's turning out to be fun in both respects. ]

My Wendy is sometimes called Wendybird by my Lost Boys, but she has neither the mighty wings or beautiful feathers. She flies quite badly. [ Sorry, Wendy, it's true. ] Are you a bird? Is that what a Quet— a pterosaur is?