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It wasn't often that Filibert was truly alone. Ever since the death of his mate nearly a year ago, his trusty companion Cyneburg made a point to rarely leave his side. There were those few occasions when he wanted some silence, though, and today was one of those days. He had asked Cyne to stay behind as he went out for a walk and that if he wasn't back by morning to look for him. He knew he wouldn't get far thanks to his leg, but just in case something happened or he was ambushed he wanted her to know to search for him.

Things had been hectic in the Mlima for some time now. Since the avalanche, really. He missed the life that he had led before, but he knew there was no way to go back and change anything. He had to march on and take life as it came to him, whether or not he liked it.

Limping slowly through the snow, Filibert made his way slowly up one of the shorter mountain peeks that the Mlima called home. He was fond of the scenery that surrounded the pride and when he had been younger climbing the smaller mountains had always been a joy. He hadn't been to a summit in quite some time and, while it wasn't his goal today since he wasn't sure how his leg would hold up, he did want to get up to a higher vantage point to escape the troubles back home.

After a few hours of walking he finally took a break. He found a somewhat snow-less area under some pine trees to lay down, his bad leg stretched out to help with the mild throb. The pain had substantially decreased over the past few months as the last of the healing took place, but the bone had fused in such a way that made his limp permanent even if he tried to walk normally.

Fili had just rested his head on his paws to try to take a short nap when a strange sound met his ears. It was like a great bird was coming in quickly, but the noises that came with it weren't birdlike at all. Save for the massive wings beating in the air occasionally. He lifted his head in time to see something huge blot out the sun, and suddenly everything went dark completely. Whatever it was had hit the tree he was under, sending a massive shower of snow down upon him. Thankfully the tree that was cut in half didn't land on him, otherwise he probably wouldn't have survived.

As it was, he dragged himself out of the snow pile, gasping for air. The weight of the falling snow had knocked the wind out of him. What in the gods name was that?

Standing, he pushed his way out from under the tree to see the wreckage around him. Snow was in piles and the trees were bare, one tree severed despite the width of the trunk. The ground was torn up, snow and dirt and rocks and grass all shoved aside. Half expecting to see smoke trailing from the end of the skid mark, Fili limped along its path to the mass of fur and feathers at the end of it.

He kept his distance, tail twitching with uncertainty. Whatever it was was breathing. He kept silent, ears alert, eyes trained on the massive creature. There was no way he'd be able to run away if there was danger, but something in his chest told him he was not in any. Still, the sheer size and strange hodgepodge of parts - wings, fur, paws, a fluffy tail - kept him at bay as he had no idea what he was dealing with.