A frown graced the Ucolian's face as a cold breeze slashed his face, burning his eyes and nose. Keeping his eyes closed, he felt his wings lock and send him spiraling downward, a wingbeat every once in a while slowing his descent.
He had powerful wings, large and well-boned, but sometimes he wondered about his own skills. He felt a whoosh of warm air unlock him, and he let his wings fall open, slowing him to zero before he looked around. He was mere feet from the treetops.
With a soft sigh, he alighted upon a branch, his cyan eyes gazing toward the ground. It was still a way's down, but now it was close enough he could see those traveling below.
As he watched, he noticed a female Ulaya wandering, bellowing her hatred of the cold. With a small chuckle, he flew downward to rest not far from her. "The world sleeps now, but this does not mean things do not exist that are to be eaten."