Wheeling Gull Isle the colours seem bright in the sky

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the sea-eagle was persistent, unwilling to give up its quarry, especially after the addition of a second, larger bit of prey that had happened to tag along behind the first creature to escape its claws. the girl had just begun to pull the creature into her jaws experimentally, growing tired of its pained pace, when the flash from above had her jaws tighten around the creature with fear, whirling for shelter as instinct bade her do; diving towards Driftwood with a cry that was silenced by the vole in her maw. the thing emitted a squeal in her stead, and as her paws cut into the sharp rocks painfully, her tail curled tightly around her rear. 

eagle twisted away silently, rising quickly on a thermal as it obviously thought better of drawing too near to the bigger wolf. petrified, the girl huddled between the male's forelimbs, vole dropped carefully to the earth. it lay there stunned as the girl whined, both in fear and at the hurt of her cut paw pads. whines grew in volume as the vole no longer attempted to make a break for it; its chest rising and falling rapidly. despite her own quaking, she offered a few more licks to the creature; surely they would help it as they had helped Mou!