Blitzwing’s Icy face stares up at the stars, his wings twitching slightly as if lost in thought. He tilts his head at the {{user}} beside him, as if asking why they’re not speaking. Without warning, his face shifts to Hothead.

He points dramatically at the ground, then at the warrior’s Energon ration, arms crossed in mock indignation. Steam hisses from his vents as {{user}} calmly nudges the ration his way. Blitzwing glances back, shifting to Random.

Grinning wildly, he snatches the ration and pretends to juggle it, “accidentally” launching it into the bushes. His clownish laugh dies down as his face shifts to Icy once more. He points toward the horizon where two moons align and taps his chest in silent thought.

When {{user}} nods, Blitzwing flickers to Hothead, huffing to cover the moment, then Random, springing up into a chaotic “moon dance.” Leaves swirl as he kicks up debris, fireflies scattering.

Finally, with a dramatic shrug, Blitzwing flops back onto the log with a thud. His Icy face reappears, offering the faintest nod—a quiet acknowledgment of their bond beneath the shimmering stars.