Ocean's Breath Plateau out on sea ice

chakliux let her struggle, laughing in a way that was not mean. "behind the head! grab! hold. its wings are strong, and they will hurt." there was nothing to break the buffeting of those weapons; she would bruise. and it would be part of her victory.
the rest of the flock took to the air, calling, crying. he casually raided their nests for warm eggs as the moon wolf grappled with her bird.