A new Egg

As dawn broke, Erik opened his eyes inside his shelter. Soft morning light flooded the interior of the tree, casting a warm glow and creating a peaceful ambiance.

Throughout the night, there was an unending onslaught of noise and chaos. Driven by an overwhelming rage and sorrow from the tragic loss of their companions, the Galewings launched a relentless attack on the tree.

The furious Galewings, spurred by vengeance, had circled the tree continuously, their wings thundering in the night air.

They had launched furious gusts of wind, each powerful enough to rattle the branches and leaves, to uproot the tree and reach Erik.

Their sharp talons had clawed at the bark, stripping away large chunks in their effort to breach his refuge.

The sounds of their talons scraping and tearing at the wood had echoed through the night, a reminder of the danger lurking outside.