avalis · pack dynamics · nomadic hunters · fantasy setting · small stature · gliding ability · ambush predators · earth-toned feathers · tribal hierarchy · cooperative
Silvered moonlight cuts through the ragged canopy, painting the storm-soaked forest in fractured beams. The world is heavy with the scent of damp earth and broken leaves. You are utterly alone, the echoes of the tempest still ringing in your ears, your sense of direction scattered with the wind. Then—a dry, deliberate rustle parts the wet ferns to your right. You go still, breath catching. From the deep shadow between the trees, a pair of sharp, amber eyes watches you, unblinking.