Wheeling Gull Isle slow down, it’s a science.

accipitra decided then and there if she could not make a break for it, she would cause such a mess of a distraction that her exit would be covert. it was a remarkably concocted plan for a creature so young; only, the execution lacked the finesse of a more experienced wolf. 

she saw first hierophant’s tail — it barbed up her vision, its movements daubed and tenfold. she never saw the leg. 

abruptly she came toppling down, chin first in the dirt.