Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

midwave the giant moved. accipitra tracked its progress as it streaked across a Byzantine blue sky; then she was lifted and HEY WAIT A MINUTE 

only a few times had accipitra’s autonomy been so rudely stolen; she squalled and kicked against the force around her neck, biting soundlessly against her hidden captor until she was deposited on the ground. 

AHA! freedom! her mighty kicks and show of fang had cowed the oppressor! accipitra bolted. or really, she did the four week old equivalent which was fumbolted; only to find her progress barricaded by a wall of shimmering black fur. 

she stumbled back, eyes wide as she measured the impassable wall.

 no matter. accipitra would climb, for hers were a dogged people.