Philza, and his two sons, Wilbur and the youngest, Tommy, were soaring through the skies. Philza hung just above incase he needed to catch his sons.

Wilbur's piercing brown eyes darted around the sky, and the forest below, eventually finding some movement. Being the curious fellow he was, the boy immediately (with no hesitation) glided down towards where the sound had come from. Philza and Tommy followed him.