Yule Mathoms 2005 Collected
December 18 - 7 soggy crebain: 5. Untitled - by Wolfwind
It had been a long flight, but rest was in sight. They wheeled around the clearing, checking for dangers. Seeing none, the flock dove to land in the shallow stream. Dancing lightly over the rocks, they spread their wings and dipped under the water. They preened their wet plumage to restore the proper shade of black.
A hoarse croak alerted them. Seven soggy crebain burst upward in a thunder of wings. The eight dangled limply from the jaws of the wildcat. They called threats, but she only stared up at them with burning eyes before melting back into the bush.
A hoarse croak alerted them. Seven soggy crebain burst upward in a thunder of wings. The eight dangled limply from the jaws of the wildcat. They called threats, but she only stared up at them with burning eyes before melting back into the bush.
