Crossing his arms over his chest, he frowns at the offending wings as if they're the source of all the problems going on, watching them move in ways that normal bone and wings shouldn't allow for.

It is very familiar. It's not the first time they've been branded, been changed.. but Heat liked Agni.

And it hadn't been slow. It had been one sudden, heady rush of power and hunger. "So what's this one called then?" Anyone else probably wouldn't violate Serph's personal space, but Heat doesn't hesitate to reach to grab a wing, careful for all the suddenness of it. Wings tended to be delicate, and he wasn't interested in doing harm. Finding out what it felt like though.. "Guess its teeth and claws haven't come in yet. You look defenseless."