As long as she kept flying, they didn't affect her.
Sylvie was presently circling the green flame, eyeing it with great interest as its pervasive warmth seemed to draw her in. The ice had already begun melting from her feathers the closer she glided. How wonderful, she thought; an oasis in the desert, so to speak, and one she had all to herself if she could just find a nice perch to -
Excuse me?she squawked into the darkness. Who'd said something? Sylvie flapped awkwardly up to a small tree nearby and scrambled onto one of its branches, scowling.
You got something to say to my face?
As if on cue, the earth suddenly rumbled and split asunder where the voice had originated from; she peered closer and spied a wolf (ugh, naturally) of stormy coloration who was, perhaps, about to eat shit and fall in.
Oooohhhh, sucks to be you! Better run or you'll get to tell me all about the blue sparklies inside that crack!






