Desolate

Thunder raged, and rain pelted down on the deserted, dead canopy of the forest. A single, albinistic eagled grumbled as he was dragged down by his soaked feathers. He dove through leaves, and found himself hovering above the forest floor. With a gentle swerve, he landed onto a rough patch of leaves. The bird scanned the shadows of the forest for any signs of corpses to feed off of. A terrible stench filled his nostrils, and he began to search for it. Flying between trees and boulders, he found himself above the trees once more, and aparrently on top of the scent. He plunged through the leaves, and found himself about to dive into a lit firepit. He quickly spread his wings, saving him and sending dozens of embers flying around him and into the air, with his red markings adding onto the mystical sight. A young arctic fox stared in awe, with a singed rat halfway in her mouth. The eagle sighed. "You're lucky.. You have food.. And you seem to have it plentiful.." He grumbled in a grim tone as he spotted a tile of tree bark, holding several rat skeletons, and two uneaten ones.