Wheeling Gull Isle The Quickening

Hailstorm was perched high up in a pine tree looking down at the wolf dens. He had watched Erika go into the den a long while ago. He assumed that she was fast asleep, now it was time to party! The eagle swooped onto a lower branch tilting his skull looking at the mouth of the den.

Quuuuuuuaaaaaa

He screamed loudly.

Shakakaw..

He yelled out annoyingly just to piss her off. He started tittering with laughter and muttered to himself..