Wolves vs Juuhra [ part 1]

There was a silent silhouette gliding through the air. The light bent gently around him—not to sharpen his outlines, but to blur them instead.

This was Juuhra. He had been soaring across the sky for nearly ten minutes and had finally reached the edge of the forest.

He opened and closed his wings intermittently, using the wind solely to adjust his direction.

As he approached the area where the trees grew denser, he began to descend. In a faint, barely audible tone, he muttered to himself:

"My father told me to bring back something 'interesting'... But I still haven't figured out what he meant by 'interesting.' Whatever… If something shows up, I'll check it out."

He was gradually losing altitude. At first, the ground beneath him was dry; the cracked surface of the earth looked bleached by the sun.