They glide down toward the ground, seeing trees below with snapped branches, some that were rotting or dead already have fallen outright as a result of the snowfall. The birds are little puffballs of feathers, seeking whatever seeds or insects they can find between the bouts of weather.
The first cave they pass over isn't marked, and Skellig may be able to figure out why. He can hear a large heart, beating slowly in hibernation, a bear! Ravens quarrel in the treetops over some of the carrion produced by the cold last night.
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Date: 2024-11-17 08:23 pm (UTC)The first cave they pass over isn't marked, and Skellig may be able to figure out why. He can hear a large heart, beating slowly in hibernation, a bear! Ravens quarrel in the treetops over some of the carrion produced by the cold last night.