Through the Snowstorm

The roar of the wind was like a blast of anger from the sky. Everything in its path flew away. The stratosphere layer seemed to descend into the troposphere layer.

In the darkness of the cave, Scarlett lay down. She glanced at the crack in the cave door. She thought the hole had been covered with new snow.

"Huuh... this isn't a good night's sleep."

She scratched her cheek. It was probably midnight by now. She glanced at the eagle.

It wasn't sleeping.

"You seem to be thinking," she said, "say something."

"It's just an animal, why tell it to do that?" Elestria replied.

Scarlett squinted. If this eagle could talk, she would force it to talk. She wondered if the owner was an influential person who could be compensated.

"Your face doesn't look like an eagle. You must be a stupid eagle."

The eagle was still looking away.