Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

a sound louder than any thunderclap roared overhead and indra jolted awake, startled by the deafening snarl. immediately she looked for laurel -- who was not besides her. the noise was cacophonous, positively shell-shocking -- it reverberated from the ground to her lungs and she could hear and sense nothing but its choking roar.

she flung herself into a gallop, looking everywhere for laurel as the black demons growled overhead. the trees shook in their wake and wind unnaturally turned on its tail and riffled back. indra once had paused to look at them and was horrified to witness their metalic sheen, and the almost captivating gyration of its odd wings. it was enough to seize her heart in terror and she ran again.

she cried for laurel but no answer came. by the afternoon the strange predatory birds had ceased their movement and she was exhausted. she was stumbling as she came across a familiar figure -- skwol. his fur was in disarray, and he looked different from the last time she saw him -- indra instantly altered course towards him, scuttling as fast as her wounded body could take her. "skwol!" she yelled, loping through the snow with her ears back and muzzle low in fear. "what's happening?!"