Wing flew over the city often. It was kind of surreal, knowing, or at least suspecting rather strongly, that this was the Haven he'd known before. It was strange and...kind of sad to see the ruins that marked the landscape...the ruins of great temples.

He spotted a familiar dragon below. It was a perfect thing to take his mind from what was. A friend, or one he hoped would be a friend. He changes his path and came in for a landing, transforming as he approached to land lightly on his feet.

"Predaking, my friend. It's good to see you." Especially in person for the first time. Wing is a rather small mech compared to the great predacon, probably comparable to Starscream in height, thought more thickly built of course. He smiled as he stepped closer, and would even offer a hand in friendly greeting.