Gredya has lived in a land with the Great--other people might call them rocs--and there's a sincere terror that goes right to the pit of her stomach when vast wings blot out the sun and an enormous beast dives down to the ground. Run, she yelps to her children, snapping at the heels of the slow; they vanish into the thickest cover they can find.
But once the children are safe, Gredya sets her muscles, wills herself forward again, out from under a fallen tree, bristling and growling. It won't be much of a fight--and indeed she'll run again before taking it there--but this newcomer should know that the people of Milliways defend themselves.
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Gredya has lived in a land with the Great--other people might call them rocs--and there's a sincere terror that goes right to the pit of her stomach when vast wings blot out the sun and an enormous beast dives down to the ground. Run, she yelps to her children, snapping at the heels of the slow; they vanish into the thickest cover they can find.
But once the children are safe, Gredya sets her muscles, wills herself forward again, out from under a fallen tree, bristling and growling. It won't be much of a fight--and indeed she'll run again before taking it there--but this newcomer should know that the people of Milliways defend themselves.