Avalon grunted and rolled to his feet. He stretched, then scaled the oak and and crouched on the branch. The look he gave Arlyth wasn't a nice one,
"While your rage is understandable, see that it doesn't get my twins killed. If it does, I will be very upset. And very angry." He dissapeared into the leaves, and Arlyth felt a huge downdraft from gigantic wings, "Safe hunting, child of Calaethis." The great voice boomed down. The wind eventually receeded, and the beat of wings gradually silenced.
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