Gvihita, mentioned, is a large short-toed eagle Before, he had rarely ventured out at night, but these nights were not like so many others he had experienced. Thoughts haunted them, and he woke besides himself, the dense furs that covered his face wet from something; sweat, or tears? It mattered little, and the red wolf found that he needed to move away from his solitary hut. He moved through the forests like a shadow, russet colors barely distinguishable in the darkness. Only when light broke through the crowns overhead could anyone see that he was not gray or black, but that his colors were like the earth. Only when light broke through the crowns overhead could anyone see the shadow of the mighty bird that followed him so far away above his head, keen eagle eyes always watching for something. What was she looking for? Gvihita's form was a bird of prey, but she did not eat, for she was not merely a bird, but larger than himself and any other wolf or bird on the earth. She had seen something tonight, though, and flew ahead to signal the direction for him. He moved nervously, recent events still fresh in his memory, hurrying along known paths, lanky legs carrying him with ease. Who could it be, at this hour? The beats of the eagle's wings emerged from silence and grew stronger as she descended towards him with a subdued screech, finally settling on his right shoulder, claws biting into his skin and almost piercing it. They were close to whoever it was, and as he approached their borders, a stranger's scent revealed itself to him and grew stronger. Soon, she was in view, and he approached her hurriedly and in silence, tired from lack of sleep and his nerves on edge. Gvihita sat silently and eyed the female coldly, limited by the beak in the face of her form. "Greetings, stranger. I am the chief around here; you can call me Dawali. What is your business?" He studied her, moonlight not interrupted by any trees here in the more open ground, and he saw that she resembled the Aston sisters by quite a lot, particularly Auréle. How strange that his tribe attracted these light-pelted females.
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