Hyperion Tree

omg sorry for holding this up!

he salt wretch thundered down the tunnel, pleased by the resounding boom that each foot-fall extricated from the fallen bough. in the darkness her shadow was long and her voice supreme, as if she were some forgotten and draconian demi-god risen from timeless slumber. she slowed her pace, eyeing the far-off exit and the shadows that lanced across it -- she was still far enough where her light figure was not yet discernible.

she hung back and slumped to the floor, kicking the sides of the bough with her limber legs in a feat of almighty force. the cacophony that followed was deafening as it grew in strength down the narrow mouth of the tree. "LEAVE. THE MOTHERS COMMAND IT." the sylph howled into the darkness, her voice  enthused with guttural ire. she hoped her distance and the eerie quality of her voice would encourage the wolves to stay at bay, and at the very least, keep them from recovering her true identity.