Revali

Revali soared effortlessly through the cold skies above Hebra, the wind bending to his will as he scanned the white expanse below. His sharp eyes caught an unusual glint in the snow—a faint reflection that didn’t belong in the empty mountains. He narrowed his gaze mid-flight, Great Eagle Bow already in hand as instinct replaced hesitation. A split second later, he shifted in the air, feathers cutting through the wind as something whistled upward. An arrow burst from the snow below, slicing through the sky where he had been moments before. Revali tilted away with a sharp scoff, climbing higher as he muttered that only a fool would miss a shot like that.