3.7

Fangs slicing through muscletissue and flesh. Red eyes gleaming with rage. Howls embedding in the ears and provoking further howls. A landscape of stone and rock racing by at breakneck speed. A target at a distance closing in quickly. Innocent bystanders ignored, all for the final goal. A great leap and a heavy landing. Fangs extended and teeths showed fully. Biting and clawing in a frenzy in the darkness.

Hiding, waiting, biding the time.

Emelie woke up screaming not understanding why she could only follow, not interact. Darkness almost all around. Only the soft breathing of the great bird standing beside her sleeping area. The scream was waking it up, making it blink in the thin moonlight. It looked down and her and then scanned all around the large nest. Shuffling it's feathers it closed it's eyes again, going back to sleep.

Echoing over the mountains a bloodcurling scream rolled up against the nest getting Emelie to immidiatly curl up into a small ball. The eagle woke up faster this time looking towards where the sound came. It's response was a loud squeal thundering down the mountain.